Federico Garcia Lorca. When will the five years (№ 301708)

That's why rush from one to another until you die. Fifteen years old, maybe fifteen or fifteen twilight sky. Inside, everything is livelier than outside, where only the wind and death. Therefore, it is necessary... don't go... and wait. Because come is to die at once, but how wonderful to think that tomorrow we will see a hundred Golden horns, plunging the sun into the clouds.