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I KNOW HE WAS BORN IN 1898 (SORRY) NACIÓ EN 1898 (fallo mío) The death of Federico García Lorca, my favorite poet of all times. Mi poeta favorito. Music By Hevia song Busindre Reel Before the Dawn But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew. Ay, but like love the archers are blind! The Guitar Begins the crying of the guitar It rends the chords of the sunrise When the crying of the guitar begins It is useless to hush it, it is impossible to hush it up. It cries monotonously like the crying of water, The way wind weeps over the snow. It is impossible to silence it, It cries for distant things.
