Friday, May 29, 2009

Mexican Folk Song

Friend, when I am dead,
Make a cup of the clay I become.
And, if you remember me, drink from it.
Should your lips cling to the cup,
It will be but my earthly kiss.
Source unknown; found in The Popular Arts of Mexico (see post below).

1 comment:

Matt from Denver said...

Three months without a new post and counting...