From Here
--Federico García Lorca (trans. Sarah Arvio) 

Tell my friends
I have died 

Water always sings
under the trembling woods 

Tell my friends
I have died 

How the poplars
sway the silken sound— 

Tell them my eyes
stayed open 

that the immortal
blue handkerchief
covered my face 

And ah! 

that I went to my star
without bread

[via poetry daily; Spanish original]