Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando. 

Yo imagino esta tarde
que soy santo.
Me pusieron la luna
en las manos.
Yo la puse otra vez
en los espacios
y el Señor me premió
con la rosa y el halo. 

Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando. 

Y ahora voy
por este campo
a librar a las niñas
de galanes malos
y dar monedas de oro
a todos los muchachos. 

Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando. 

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Poet: Federico Garcia Lorca
Poem: Balada Amarilla IV

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