here are a few of the Andalusian songs from the Federico Garcia Lorca "Deep Song and Other Prose" lectures Garcia Lorca: "The true poems of deep song belong to no one-they float in the wind like golden thistledown, and each generation dresses them in a different color and passes them on to the next.
Ah, I have lost the road on this sad mountain. Ah, I have lost the road. Let me bring the sheep for God's sake into your cabin; in the thick clouds I lost the road. Let me spend the night in the cabin with you. I lost the road in the mountain mist Ah, I have lost the road.
Out in the sea was a stone, and my girl sat down to tell it her pains.
Only to the Earth do I tell my troubles, for there is no one in the world whom I can trust.
Every morning I go to ask the rosemary if love's disease can be cured, for I am dying.
I climbed up the wall. The wind answered me, "why so many sighs, if it is already too late?"
The breeze wept when he saw the deep wounds in my heart.
I fell in love with the air, the air of a woman, and since a woman is air, in the air I stayed.
I am jealous of the breeze that touches your face. If the breeze were a man, I would kill him.
I'm not afraid to row. If I wanted to row I'd do it. I'm just afraid of the wind that comes out of your bay.