From Federico Garcia Lorca
Lenador.
Cortame la sombra.
Librame del suplicio
de verme sin toronjas.
Por que naci entre espejos?
El dia me da vueltas,
y la noche me copia
en todas sus estrellas.
Quiero vivir sin verme.
Y hormigas y vilanos,
sonare que son mis
hojas y mis pajaros.
Lenador.
Cortame la sombra.
Librame del suplicio
de verme sin tornojas.
SONG OF THE BARREN ORANGE
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow.
Liberate me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Why was I born amid mirrors?
The day turns in circles around me,
and the night copies me
with all its stars.
I want to live without seeing myself.
I dream that
ants and burrs are
my leaves and my birds.
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow.
Liberate me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
