Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my… — Federico Garcia Lorca Accents Copy Share Image
Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain. — Federico Garcia Lorca Flowers Copy Share Image
We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Accordions Copy Share Image
Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once. — Federico Garcia Lorca Feds Copy Share Image
In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships. — Federico Garcia Lorca Apprenticeship Copy Share Image
