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Gacela: Hundred Years of Love
Coming up the street
are four beautiful men,
hey, hey, hey, hey
Coming down the street
are three beautiful men,
hey, hey, hey
Arms round their waists
two young men,
hey, hey
How he turns,
one young man, and his look!
Hey
Beside the myrtles
nobody walks.
English translation by Paul Archer of Lorca's Gacela del amor con cien aņos.
For more poems from this collection, go to El Diván Del Tamarit. |
