Butterfly Quote by Federico García Lorca

“…I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don’t know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair. I know only the butterfly of your kiss on my forehead.” quote by Federico García Lorca — Download Open image

““…I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don’t know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair. I know only the butterfly of your kiss on my forehead.””

Federico García Lorca

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“...My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the finery of a white-faced clown. Love, sweet Love, hides under a spider. The sun, another spider, hides me under legs of gold. I will not find my fortune, for I am like Love himself, whose arrows are tears,…

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The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

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“Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind, so on my lips your kisses. Like exposed fountains opposing the evening, so my dark eyes over your flesh. 2 I am caught in your circles, concentric. Like Saturn I wear the rings of my dream. I am…

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I'm hurt, hurt and humiliated beyond endurance, seeing the wheat ripening, the fountains never ceasing to give water, the sheep bearing hundreds oflambs, the…

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To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

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