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Author Name: Freeleahlopez 1 Comments
Date Added: June 29, 2014 13:06:51 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
Category: Dedications Add To Favorites | Text Only
Federico Garcia Lorca The piano

Exposed skin adjusts to the poetic rhythmic flow of ocean waves
two souls; locked in embrace
eyes; incisive, reflecting from the moonlight’s glow
there is no voice, no lost echo
nurtured merely by their internal piano
-artlessly written
so wrapped up in the prosperous night
no thoughts to you or I
and, who, if anyone, has the right to disrupt
…two men; Federico and Dali from their sacred love?
The rhythmic flow of the ocean wave’s increase; trying to deter any following communication
arms held out, their power-stronger
-reuniting their bodies, their kiss…

and, just like the ocean wave’s, who tried to demolish
such people wait…to destroy what "they detest”
one man-Garcia-stood for his rights-reciting words of wisdom, to those who thought alike
Dali grew further apart from Federico
the stigma he felt; resulting in the hands of marriage; a woman who knew nothing
nor cared of his past.

The blindfold slides down his face
he turns left; he turns right
two men, one at each side
both with blindfolds sitting on their shoulder
4-5 men in-front, all armed with guns
All three men fall to the ground
the cool afternoon air sieved through locks of hair
long stems of piercing grass sway
dancing to the sound of a piano, in the dying mind of Garcia…
his eyes open…latching to anything that resulted in light
heavy footsteps pound the ground-Garcia closes his eyes-tight-
"He is still fucking alive” said one of Franco’s men
"There is only one way a queer deserves to die!”
BANG!-A bullet to the head…
two gun shots, drown inside his blood

the news spread; just as quick as the crimson flowed, painting the fallen leaves
screams of hysteria; family, friends…Dali
Silence filled the joined atmosphere
no-one knowing, what to say…to do!
In the background music beams
from an old piano, the dust soars
dancing amongst the ones left behind
a name that will never die
but remain upon our lips; in the moments need for inspiration

Author's Notes:
I am currently studying Federico Garcia Lorca for my Spanish Blog. This is such a powerful project. 
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Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on July 16, 2014 12:58:38 PM Report

well you do the piano much justice with this.

I never judge anyone I always judge myself.

Everyone has a secret to themselves

good write



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