“...My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“There are dewdrops on the nightingale's wings, bright beads of moon distilled by hope. On the marble fountain is the kiss of… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“Look at the stars, look at the moon streaked in the water, look at the Picasso face in the sky that breathes… — Ruth Boukhari Copy Share Image
“Naked solitude with neither gesture nor word. Transparent in the orchard, smooth as oil on the hill. Silent solitude with neither fragrance… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco, From the gloomy 'View of Toledo.' He was born before Cervantes.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
