This is my 1st attempt to use Windows Movie Maker, so if you do not like it, please no hate mail, id appreciate criticisms but not dumbfounded insults... Anyway, this video does not intend to violate any Copyright Law, my videos are for self-teachings of Film Editing and not for any monetary purposes....I\'ll edit this more with Adobe Premiere and Adobe AFX if I can find a decent Premiere Pro CS2...\n\nAnd this is also a request from of my girlfriend for her school presentation...\n\nRomance Sonambulo [ English Version ]\n=======================================\n \nby Federico García Lorca\nTranslated byWilliam Logan\n\nGreen, how I want you green.\nGreen wind. Green branches.\nThe ship out on the sea\nand the horse on the mountain. \nWith the shade around her waist \nshe dreams on her balcony, \ngreen flesh, her hair green, \nwith eyes of cold silver. \nGreen, how I want you green. \nUnder the gypsy moon,all things are watching her \nand she cannot see them.\n\n\nGreen, how I want you green. \nBig hoarfrost stars \ncome with the fish of shadow \nthat opens the road of dawn. \nThe fig tree rubs its wind \nwith the sandpaper of its branches, \nand the forest, cunning cat, \nbristles its brittle fibers. \nBut whowill come? And from where? \nShe is still on her balcony \ngreen flesh, her hair green, \ndreaming in the bitter sea.\n\n--My friend, I want to trade \nmy horse for her house, \nmy saddle for her mirror, \nmy knife for her blanket. \nMy friend, I come bleeding \nfrom the gates of Cabra.\n--If it were possible,my boy, \nI\'d help you fix that trade. \nBut now I am not I, \nnor is my house now my house.\n\n--My friend, I want to die\ndecently in my bed. \nOf iron, if that\'s possible, \nwith blankets of fine chambray. \nDon\'t you see the wound I have \nfrom my chest up to my throat?\n\n--Your white shirt has grown \nthirsy dark brown roses. \nYour blood oozes and flees a\nround the corners of your sash. \nBut now I am not I, \nnor is my house now my house.--Let me climb up, at least, \nup to the high balconies; \nLet me climb up! Let me, \nup to the green balconies. \nRailings of the moon \nthrough which the water rumbles.\n\n\n\nNow the two friends climb up, \nup to the high balconies.\nLeaving a trail of blood. \nLeaving a trail of teardrops. \nTin bell vineswere trembling on the roofs.\nA thousand crystal tambourines \nstruck at the dawn light.\n\n\n\nGreen, how I want you green, \ngreen wind, green branches. \nThe two friends climbed up. \nThe stiff wind left \nin their mouths, a strange taste \nof bile, of mint, and of basil \n\nMy friend, where is she--tell me--\nwhere is your bitter girl?\n\nHow many times she waited for you! \nHow many times would she wait for you, \ncool face, black hair, \non this green balcony! \n\nOver the mouth of the cistern\nthe gypsy girl was swinging, \ngreen flesh, her hair green, \nwith eyes of cold silver. \nAn icicle of moon\nholds herup above the water. \n\nThe night became intimate \nlike a little plaza.\nDrunken \"Guardias Civiles\"\nwere pounding on the door. \n\nGreen, how I want you green. \nGreen wind. Green branches. \nThe ship out on the sea. \nAnd the horse on the mountain. Advent, by, Children, Fantasy, Federico, Final, García, Kristina, Logan, Lorca, Requested, Romance, Sonambulo, Uayan, William