Federico Garcia Lorca Quote

Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one.No one sleeps.Lunar creatures sniff and circle the dwellings.Live iguanas will come to bite the men who don’t dream,and the brokenhearted fugitive will meet on street cornersan incredible crocodile resting beneath the tender protest of the stars.Out in the world, no one sleeps. No one, no one.No one sleeps.There is a corpse in the farthest graveyardcomplaining for three yearsbecause of an arid landscape in his knee;and a boy who was buried this morning cried so muchthey had to call the dogs to quiet him.Life is no dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!We fall down stairs and eat the humid earth,or we climb to the snow’s edge with the choir of dead dahlias.But there is no oblivion, no dream:raw flesh. Kisses tie mouthsin a tangle of new veinsand those in pain will bear it with no respiteand those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.One dayhorses will live in the tavernsand furious antswill attack the yellow skies that take refuge in the eyes of cattle.Another daywe’ll witness the resurrection of dead butterflies,and still walking in a landscape of gray sponges and silent ships,we’ll see our ring shine and rose spill from our tongues.Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!Those still marked by claws and cloudburst,that boy who cries because he doesn’t know bridges exist,or that corpse that has nothing more than its head and one shoe—they all must be led to the wall where iguanas and serpents wait,where the bear’s teeth wait,where the mummified hand of a child waitsand the camel’s fur bristles with a violent blue chill.Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one.No one sleeps.But if someone closes his eyes,whip him, my children, whip him!Let there be a panorama of open eyesand bitter inflamed wounds.Out in the world, no one sleeps. No one. No one.I’ve said it before.No one sleeps.But at night, if someone has too much moss on his temples,open the trap doors so he can see in moonlightthe fake goblets, the venom, and the skull of the theaters.