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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391464" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>City That Does Not Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.<br>Nobody is asleep.<br>The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.<br>The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,<br>and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the <br>street corner<br>the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the<br>stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.<br>Nobody is asleep.<br>In a graveyard far off there is a corpse<br>who has moaned for three years<br>because of a dry countryside on his knee;<br>and that boy they buried this morning cried so much<br>it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!<br>We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth<br>or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead<br>dahlias.<br>But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;<br>flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths<br>in a thicket of new veins,<br>and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever<br>and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day <br>the horses will live in the saloons<br>and the enraged ants<br>will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the<br>eyes of cows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another day<br>we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead<br>and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats<br>we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.<br>Careful! Be careful! Be careful!<br>The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,<br>and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention <br>of the bridge,<br>or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,<br>we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes<br>are waiting,<br>where the bear's teeth are waiting,<br>where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,<br>and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.<br>Nobody is sleeping.<br>If someone does close his eyes,<br>a whip, boys, a whip!<br>Let there be a landscape of open eyes<br>and bitter wounds on fire.<br>No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.<br>I have said it before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one is sleeping.<br>But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the<br>night,<br>open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight<br>the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Federico+Garc%C3%ADa+Lorca">Federico García Lorca</a><div class=q>
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The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
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