REMANSOS
REMANSILLO
I looked at myself in your eyes
Thinking about your soul.
White oleander.
I looked at myself in your eyes
Thinking about your mouth.
Red oleander.
I looked at myself in your eyes
But you were dead!
Black oleander.

Federico García Lorca
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