Kullanıcı:Vien-Chan

my name is vien but i am not talking about which winx to write.

(GAZEL TO THE DEAD CHILD)

Every evening a child dies, every evening in Granada. Every evening the water settles down talks to his friends.

The dead have wings of moss. Cloudy wind and clear wind side by side above the towers are two pheasants soaring, a wounded boy in the daytime.

A single swallow wouldn't stay in the air When I meet you in the wine cave, Not a single crumb of cloud would be left on the ground when you drowned in the river.

The valley rolled its irises with dogs to the mountains when a water giant collapsed. Your body, in the purple shade of my hands, lying lifeless on the shore with a cold angel.

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                                                                                              Fedrico Garcia Lorca-