Oranges <br />do not grow in the sea <br />neither is there love in Sevilla. <br />You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot, <br />loan me your parasol. <br /> <br />I'll wear my jealous reflection, <br />juice of lemon and lime- <br />and your words, <br />your sinful little words- <br />will swim around awhile. <br /> <br />Oranges <br />do not grow in the sea, <br />Ay, love! <br />And there is no love in Sevilla!<br /><br />Federico García Lorca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-paseo-adelina/
