Friend,

Get up so you can hear the howl

Of the Assyrian dog.

The three nymphs of cancer have been dancing,

My boy.

They brought some mountains of red sealing wax

And some hard sheets on which the cancer lay sleeping.

The horse had an eye in its neck

And the moon was in a sky so cold

That it had to tear its mound of Venus

And drown the ancient cemeteries in blood and ashes.

‘Paisaje con dos tumbas y un perro asirio’/‘Landscape with Two Graves and an Assyrian Dog’  by Federico Garcia Lorca