and the horse on the mountain.

my horse for her house,

--Your white shirt has grown

bristles its brittle fibers.

With the shade around her waist

decently in my bed.

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from the gates of Cabra.

on this green balcony!

up to the high balconies;

struck at the dawn light.

--If it were possible, my boy,

with the sandpaper of its branches,

The stiff wind left

My friend, where is she--tell me--

and the forest, cunn九-九-藏-书-网ing cat,

dreaming in the bitter sea.

my saddle for her mirror,

all things are watching her

green flesh, her hair green,

up to the green balconies.

she dreams on her balcony,

Over the mouth of the cistern

Green, how I want you green.

The night became intimate

with eyes of cold silver.

--My friend, I want to trade

holds her up above the water.

--My friend, I want to die

with blankets of fine chamb九_九_藏_书_网ray.

around the corners of your sash.

--Let me climb up, at least,

Your blood oozes and flees

Green wind. Green branches.

like a little plaza.

But now I am not I,

Dont you see the wound I have

Of iron, if thats possible,

green flesh, her hair green,

The two friends climbed up.

A thousand crystal tambourines

and she cannot see them.

She is still on her balcony

But九_九_藏_书_网 now I am not I,

Tin bell vines

Drunken "Guardias Civiles"

How many times she waited for you!

nor is my house now my house.

come with the fish of shadow

up to the high balconies.

were pounding on the door.

Green, how I want you green.

The fig tree rubs its wind

nor is my house now my house.

Now the two friends climb up,

green flesh, her hair green,

Let me climb up! Let me,

But who will come? And fro9９ｌiｂ.ｎetm where?

of bile, of mint, and of basil

Green wind. Green branches.

Big hoarfrost stars

thirsty dark brown roses.

with eyes of cold silver.

Under the gypsy moon,

Leaving a trail of blood.

Leaving a trail of teardrops.

How many times would she wait for you,

green wind, green branches.

through which the water rumbles.

An icicle of moon

Green, how I want you green.

were trembling on the roofs.

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Green, how I want you green,

And the horse on the mountain.

from my chest up to my throat?

where is your bitter girl?

The ship out on the sea.

Id help you fix that trade.

My friend, I come bleeding

the gypsy girl was swinging,

my knife for her blanket.

that opens the road of dawn.

in their mouths, a strange taste

Railings of the moon

Green, how I want you green.

cool face, black hair,