Landscape of a Pissing Multitude - The Poetry of Federico García Lorca - 读趣百科

Landscape of a Pissing Multitude

a recently flattened toad,

It doesnt matter if the boy grows silent when stuck with the last pin,

the sharp parasol that punctures

Its useless to look for the bend

because there is a world of death whose perpetual sailors will appear in the

The Moon! The police. The foghorns of the ocean liners!

the odor of a single corpse from the double source of lily and rat-

they were expecting the death of a boy on a Japanese schooner.

They all kept to themselves-

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