— BlackBerry, grey bark,
give me berries, please.
— the thorn of bloody branch
I love you. And you? Answer.
with the Language let me crush your
the fruit from its thick green darkness.
— All the longing of my sullen thorns
I was golubie you, trust me.
— BlackBerry, where are you going? — Look for
the love that you can give.
Federico Garcia Lorca





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