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Sonnet Federico Garcia Lorca - Spain
I know that my profile will be serene in the north of an unreflecting sky. Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror to break the pulse of my style.
For if ivy and the cool of linen are the norm of the body I leave behind, my profile in the sand will be the old unblushing silence of a crocodile.
And though my tongue of frozen doves will never taste of flame, only of empty broom,
I'll be a free sign of oppressed norms on the neck of the stiff branch and in an ache of dahlias without end.
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