and I can’t go…]
even with a sun of scorpions eating away at my temple]
your tongue burnt by the rain of salt]
and I don’t go]
offering my bitten carnation to the toads]
through darkness’ murky sewers]
want to come]
and you die for me]
GACELA OF DESPERATE LOVE
Federico García Lorca
Night doesn’t want to fall
so that you won’t come,
and I can’t go.
But I will go,
despite a scorpion sun eating my temples.
But you will come,
with your tongue burnt by the rains of salt.
Day doesn’t want to break
so that you won’t come,
and I can’t go.
But I will go,
offering my bitten carnation to the toads.
But you will come,
through the murky sewers of the dark.
Neither night nor day want to come,
so that I die for you
and you die for me.