Bands - F

"Who showed you the path of the poets,
the fountain and the stream of antique song?
Do you go far, very far from the sea and the earth?
My heart of silk is filled with lights
with lost bells, with lilies and bees.
I will go very far, farther than those hills,
farther than the seas, close to the stars,"

"...playing her parchment moon, Precosia comes, along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from her rhythmic tambourine, falls where the sea whips and sings, his night filled with silvery swarms. High atop the mountain peaks, the sentinels are weeping; they guard the tall white towers of the English consulate. And gypsies of the water, for their pleasure, erect little castles of conch shells and arbors of greening pine...

Federico Garcia Lorca