Federico Garcia Lorca

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the little mute boy

The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it). In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger. In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket’s clothes).

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