“The river Guadalquivir Flows between oranges and olives The two rivers of Granada Descend from the snow to the wheat Oh my love! Who went and never returned The river Guadalquivir Has beards of maroon The two rivers of Granada… — 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
