LLANTO POR LORCA

faramarz soleimani,the poet and writer by faramarz soleimani,the artist,if you can call him by these lines&dots
1
In a theatre of war and hatred
you were dragged to the hills
for paseo in the olive grove.
A shot broke out
at the sky of
Fuente Grande,
and you were grounded with your words
bleeding,
still.
Seville was bleeding.
Grenada was bleeding.
Guernica was bleeding
with all Espana
in heart.
2
No illusions
but mute sound of bullets
in spring.
I rim
your head
with blue lights
and butterflies...
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