THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME: Poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca

THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME

The night did not want to come,
because you do not come and I can not go.
But I will go, although a sun scorpions eat me head.
But you will come, with his tongue burned by the salt rain.
The day will not come,
because you do not come and I can not go.
But I will go, leading to the toads my bitten carnation.
But you will come, in the dark sewers of darkness.
Neither night nor day will not come,
because I die for you and you for me.

(Federico Garcia Lorca)