How Long Do Shingles Last

Federico Garcia Lorca: could browse my hands

could browse my hands
Speech
your name in the dark nights, when things

the stars from the moon to drink and sleep the branches

hidden spots . And I feel empty

music and passion.
clock that sounds crazy
old dead hours.

Speech
your name in this dark night, and your name

resonates farther than ever before.
Farther
all the stars and most painful of the sweet rain.


will love, as then, sometimes? What fault has never
my heart?
If the fog disappears,
new passion which awaits me?
will be peaceful and pure?
could browse my hands
the moon!