horizonte 02/10/2018 by max A sun without rays spills on green mist. The shaded riverside dreams at the pace of a boat and the unavoidable bell measures melancholy. In my spent soul the sound of a small silver drum. Federico Garcia Lorca Share this:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related