The night soaks itself <br />along the shore of the river <br />and in Lolita's breasts <br />the branches die of love. <br /> <br />The branches die of love. <br /> <br />Naked the night sings <br />above the bridges of March. <br />Lolita bathes her body <br />with salt water and roses. <br /> <br />The branches die of love. <br /> <br />The night of anise and silver <br />shines over the rooftops. <br />Silver of streams and mirrors <br />Anise of your white thighs. <br /> <br />The branches die of love.<br /><br />Federico García Lorca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenata/
