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If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows?
Federico Garcia Lorca
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Federico Garcia Lorca
Age: 38 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 5
Died: 1936
Died: August 19
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I'm satisfied. I am progressively making my life and my name in the surest and purest manner. If I catch on in the theater, as I think I will, all the doors will gladly open wide for me.
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At first glance, the rhythm may be confused with gaiety, but when you look more closely at the mechanism of social life and the painful slavery of both men and machines, you see that it is nothing but a kind of typical, empty anguish that makes even crime and gangs forgivable means of escape.
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Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot.
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My poetry is a game. My life is a game. But I am not a game.
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Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.
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Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first.
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All one's personality is embedded in gloves and hats after they've been good and used. Show me a glove and I'll tell you the character of its owner.
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The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side.
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I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake
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Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.
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In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me.
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Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh.
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Death laid its eggs in the wound
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What matters most has an ultimate metallic quality of death. The chasuble and the wagon wheel, the razor and the prickly beards of shepherds, the bare moon, a fly, humid cupboards, rubble piles, the images of saints covered in lace, quicklime, and the wounding edges of the rooflines and watchtowers.
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New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
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The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.
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My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
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The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!
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Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno.
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