Canción
Cantada
En el gris,
el pajaro Griffón
se vestía de gris.
Y la niña Kikirikí
perdía su blancor
y forma allí.
Para entrar en el
gris
me pinté de gris
¡Y cómo relumbraba
en el gris!
- Federico García Lorca
We don’t think of gray as glowing, do we? – or joyous? But here it is. The singer’s gray sparkles. His song
is full of joy. Because all that belong together are together – bird, girl, and balladeer.
It’s gray outside today where I live.
The sky has joined in the singing.
05.13.17
Thanks to her that helped with the
Spanish – more, that pulled the blind man out of the ditch!
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