In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.

- Ditty of First Desire

Autore: Federico García Lorca

In the green morning<br />I wanted to be a heart.<br />A heart.<br /><br /> And in the ripe evening<br />I wanted to be a nightingale.<br />A nightingale.<br /><br /> (Soul,<br />turn orange-colored.<br />Soul,<br />turn the color of love.)<br /><br /> In the vivid morning<br />I wanted to be myself.<br />A heart.<br /><br /> And at the evening's end<br />I wanted to be my voice.<br />A nightingale.<br /><br /> Soul,<br />turn orange-colored.<br />Soul,<br />turn the color of love.<br /><br />- <i>Ditty of First Desire</i> - Federico García Lorca

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