Parading

Let there be a landscape of open eyes

and bitter wounds on fire.
and bitter wounds on fire.
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
I have said it before.
I have said it before.
No one is sleeping. —Federico García Lorca, translated by Robert Bly
No one is sleeping.
—Federico García Lorca, translated by Robert Bly

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