Green, how I want you green,
Green, how I want you green,
Green wind, green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain,
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony, green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver,
Green, how I want you green,
Under the gypsy moon, all things watching her
and she cannot see them
Spanish Poet
Federico Garcia Lorca
1898 - 1936
For my big brother John,
my best mate and photographic mentor.
Green, how I want you green,
Green, how I want you green,
Green wind, green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain,
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony, green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver,
Green, how I want you green,
Under the gypsy moon, all things watching her
and she cannot see them
Spanish Poet
Federico Garcia Lorca
1898 - 1936
For my big brother John,
my best mate and photographic mentor.