“You come all flowers & new moon, quick to wrap me in your pent-up tides, in your stormy clouds, in your confused fragrances which I begin to recognize one by one.” — Dulce María Loynáz Copy Share Image
“You come all flowers & new moon, quick to wrap me in your pent-up tides, in your stormy clouds, in your confused fragrances which… — Dulce María Loynáz Copy Share Image
“Si me quieres, quiéreme entera, no por zonas de luz y sombra… Si me quieres, quiéreme negra y blanca. Y gris, y verde y… — Dulce María Loynaz Copy Share Image
“Cuando vayamos al mar yo te diré mi secreto: Me envuelve, pero no es ola... Me amarga..., pero no es sal...” — Dulce Maria Loynaz Copy Share Image
