“The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My… — Federico García-Lorca Copy Share Image
“The children watch a distant point. Lamps go out. Some blind girls question the moon and spirals of grief rise in the air. The… — Federico García-Lorca Copy Share Image
“The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in… — Federico García-Lorca Copy Share Image
“The river Guadalquivir Flows between oranges and olives The two rivers of Granada Descend from the snow to the wheat Oh my love! Who… — Federico García-Lorca Copy Share Image
