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Needless to say who is this poem, right?

Only someone as Lorca is able to create many images with so few words.

 "Córdoba. 
 alone and far. 
 
 Black pony, big moon, 
 and olives in my saddlebag. 
 
 Although I know the way I never get to Cordoba. 
 
 On the flat, wind, pony 
 black, red moon. 
 Death 
 is watching me from the towers of Córdoba. 
 
 Oh what a long road! 
 Oh my brave pony! 
 Oh that death awaits me, before reaching 
 Córdoba! 
 
 Córdoba. 
 Distant and alone. " 

The rhythm of this poem is great. It is worth reading aloud.