By Phil Gennuso
Por la calle sin gente
pasa un caballo negre,
el caballo errabundó
de los malos sueños.
El aire del poniente
viene a lo lejos,
una ventana gime
con el viento.
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On a street without people
a black horse passes by,
the wandering horse
of our bad dreams.
The breezes from the west
arrive from far away,
a window sighs
with the wind.
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An early poem by the great Spanish poet, Federico Lorca.
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