SERENADE
Along the banks of the river
the night is bathing
and on the breasts of Lolita
die of love the branches.
Die of love branches.
The night naked
singing on the bridges of March.
Lolita washes her body
with brackish water and Nardi.
Die of love the branches.
Glitters in high over the rooftops
the night of silver and anise.
Silver of streams and mirrors.
Anise-white thighs.
Die of love the branches.
(Federico Garcia Lorca)
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