Weeping

A poem by Federico García Lorca

Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.

Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the rhythm of the clock.

(The captive voice, far away.
Put on a cricket' clothes.)

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