The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree, nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house. The child and the afternoon do not know you because you have died forever.The shoulder of the stone does not know you nor the black silk on which you are crumbling. Your silent memory does not know you because you have died forever.The autumn will come with conches, misty grapes and clustered hills, but no one will look into your eyes because you have died forever.Because you have died for ever, like all the dead of the earth, like all the dead who are forgotten in a heap of lifeless dogs.Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you. For posterity I sing of your profile and grace. Of the signal maturity of your understanding. Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth. Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety. (Federico García Lorca)

The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree, nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house. The child and the afternoon do not know you because you have died forever.The shoulder of the stone does not know you nor the black silk on which you are crumbling. Your silent memory does not know you because you have died forever.The autumn will come with conches, misty grapes and clustered hills, but no one will look into your eyes because you have died forever.Because you have died for ever, like all the dead of the earth, like all the dead who are forgotten in a heap of lifeless dogs.Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you. For posterity I sing of your profile and grace. Of the signal maturity of your understanding. Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth. Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety.

Federico García Lorca

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