How To Write A Mail For Wedding Invitation

Rewriting III

that white heartthrob, looks
numb your body!

the moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead. Tape

body numb,
black earnings and wolves.

Mother: The moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead. Who hurts

foal
stone to the door of sleep?

And the moon! And the moon in Quintana
of the Dead! Who

tape my glasses gray
Nubens filled your eyes?

is the moon, the moon is in Quintana
of the Dead.

Let me die in bed
dreaming of flowers of gold.

Mother: The moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead.

daughter Ai, with the air of heaven
vólvome white set!

not air, is the sad moon
in Quintana of the Dead.

Who roar, with this huge groan
d'ox Melancon?

Mother: It is the moon is the moon in Quintana
of the Dead.

Yes, the moon, the moon
Coronado of gorse,
dancing, and dance, and dance in Quintana
of the Dead!

Federico García Lorca

version of Carlos Núñez on it a poem of Lorca:

The first love I have

must be a muleteer

boot that has no wine

or wallet without money.

¡heartthrob that white ribbon,
looks numb your body!

Tape body numb
black earnings and wolves.

Who hurts foal
stone to the door of sleep?

Who gray tape my glasses full of
Nubens your eyes?

And the moon! And the moon

Coronado of gorse!

And the moon! And the moon

in Quintana of the Dead!

Let me die in bed dreaming of flowers
Douro.

Mother, the moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead.

Oh daughter, with the air of heaven
vólvome white set!

not air, is the sad moon
in Quintana of the Dead.

Who roar with this groan-
of immense ox Melancon?

¡Mother, is the moon, the moon is in Quintana
of the Dead!

And the moon! And the moon

Coronado of gorse!

And the moon! And the moon

in Quintana of the Dead!

And the moon! And the moon

Coronado of gorse!

dance And she, she dances

in Quintana of the Dead!