Lorca in BA

I always stay at the same hotel in Buenos Aires, a hotel Federico Garcia Lorca lived in shortly before returning to Spain and death in 1936. This poem of his is in the corridor outside my room, almost next door to the room Lorca lived in. 

English Translation  below..

Farewell

If I die, 
leave the door to my balcony open.

The boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)

The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)

If I die,
leave the door to my balcony open!