Gacela of the dark death, F.G.Lorcia: i love this poem!

Gacela of the Dark Death

Federico García Lorca, 1898 - 1936

 I want to sleep the dream of the apples,

to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries.

I want to sleep the dream of that child

who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.

I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,

that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.

I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass,

nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth

that labours before dwan.

I want to sleep awhile,

awhile, a minute, a century;

but all must know that i have not died;

that there is a stable of gold in my lips;

that i am the small friend of the west wing;

that i am the intense shadow of my tears.

Cover me at dawn with a veil,

because dawn  will throw fistfuls of ants at me,

and wet with hard water my shoes

so that the pincers of the scorpion slide.

For i want to sleep the dream of the apples,

to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth;

for i want to live with that dark child

who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.