.

    Nowo friends climb up,

    up to the high balconies.

    Leaving a trail of blood.

    Leaving a trail of teardrops.

    tin bell vines

    rembling on the roofs.

    A tal tambourines

    struck at t.

    Green,  you green,

    green wind, green branches.

    two friends climbed up.

    tiff

    in trange taste

    of bile, of mint, and of basil

    My friend, well me--

    wter girl?

    imes sed for you!

    imes would s for you,

    cool face, black hair,

    on this green balcony!

    Over tern

    the gypsy girl was swinging,

    green flesh, her hair green,

    h eyes of cold silver.

    An icicle of moon

    er.

    t became intimate

    like a little plaza.

    Drunken quot;Guardias Civilesquot;

    he door.

    Green,  you green.

    Green wind. Green branches.

    t on the sea.

    And tain.