Elif

“Every song
is the remains
of love.

Every light
the remains
of time.
A knot
of time.

And every sigh
the remains
of a cry.

- Every Song”
― Federico García Lorca

“Gacela of the Flight”

I have lost myself in the sea many tunes
with my ear full of freshly cut flowers,
with my tongue full of love awl agony.
I have lost myself in the sea many times
as I lose myself in the heart of certain children.

There is no one who in giving a kiss
does not feel the smile of faceless people,
and no one who in touching a newborn child
forgets the motionless skulls of horses.

Because the roses search in the forehead
for a hard landscape of hone
and the hands of man hate no other purpose
than to imitate the roots below the earth.

As I lose myself in the heart of certain children,
I have lost myself in the sea many times.
Ignorant of the water I go seeking
a death full of light to consume me.”
― Federico García Lorca, The Selected Poems

“Gelmek istemiyor gece..
Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yüzden
Ne de ben gidebiliyorum.
Ama ben gideceğim.
Akrepten bir güneş şakağımı yese de...
Ama sen geleceksin.
Dilin tuzlu yağmurlarca yakılmış olsa da...”
― Federico García Lorca

“[To find a kiss of yours]

translated by Sarah Arvio.

To find a kiss of yours
what would I give
A kiss that strayed from your lips
dead to love

My lips taste
the dirt of shadows

To gaze at your dark eyes
what would I give
Dawns of rainbow garnet
fanning open before God—

The stars blinded them
one morning in May

And to kiss your pure thighs
what would I give
Raw rose crystal
sediment of the sun”
― Federico García Lorca, Poet in Spain