Ditty of First Desire
In the green m
I wao be a heart.
A heart.
And in the ripe evening
I wao be a nightingale.
A nightingale.
(Soul,
turn e-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)
In the vivid m
I wao be myself.
A heart.
And at the evenings end
I wao be my voice.
A nightingale.
Soul,
turn e-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.
Federico García Lorca