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LORCA, Federico García 1898-1936, Spanish lyric poet and dramatist. His work reflects the spirit of his native Andalusia and his own passionate response to life. Gypsy Ballads (1928) made him the most popular Spanish poet of his generation, while Lament for the Death of a Bullfighter (1935) and The Poet in New York (1940) evidenced his growing maturity of thought. His plays, notably the tragedies Blood Wedding (1933) and The House of Bernarda Alba (1936), ensure his continuing international reputation. García Lorca was shot by Franco's soldiers at the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War. Besides being a talented writer, Lorca was also an accomplished artist and musician. He found inspiration for his work in the traditions of folk and gypsy songs, especially the fiery, bittersweet flamenco of his native Andalusia. In 1922, Lorca and renowned composer Manuel de Falla organized the Fiesta del Cante Jondo, a folk music festival dedicated to the flamenco tradition of "deep song", the most profound style of flamenco singing. Two of his most important poetic works, Poema del Cante Jondo and Romancero Gitano, reveal Lorca's attraction to flamenco, a lyrical form that expressed his musical, poetical and spiritual impulses.  El café de Chinitas Mezzo-soprano: Teresa Berganza / Guitar: Narciso Yepes Los cuatro muleros Mezzo-soprano: Teresa Berganza / Guitar: Narciso Yepes Nana de Sevilla Mezzo-soprano: Teresa Berganza / Guitar: Narciso YepesThe cry of the guitar begins. The crystal goblets of dawn shatter. The cry of the guitar begins. It is useless to silence it. It is impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously like water weeps, like the wind wails over the fallen snow. It is impossible to silence it. It weeps for things distant. The sand of the hot South aches for white camelias. The arrow without target, the evening without morning, and the first bird dead upon the branch, weep. O guitar- heart grieviously wounded by fives knives! Federico Garcia Lorca LA GUITARRA Empieza el llanto de la guitarra. Se rompen las copas de la madrugada. Empieza el llanto de la guitarra. Es inútil callarla. Es imposible callarla. Llora monótona como llora el agua, como llora el viento sobre la nevada. Es imposible callarla. Llora por cosas lejanas. Arena del Sur caliente que pide camelias blancas. Llora flecha sin blanco, la tarde sin mañana, y el primer pájaro muerto sobre la rama. Oh, guitarra! Corazón malherido por cinco espadas. Guitarra Read by Rafael Alberti |