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My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
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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Madrid
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Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah
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Federico Carcía Lorca
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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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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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What you wouldn't have suspected lives & trembles in the air. Those treasures of the day you keep just out of reach. These come & go in truckloads but no one stops to see them.
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I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake
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Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.
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Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.
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I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.
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Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot.
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A poet must be a professor of the five senses and must open doors among them.
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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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...I am the immense shadow of my tears
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Angel and Muse approach from without the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood.
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Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.
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We're all curious about what might hurt us.
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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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If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows?
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I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.
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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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What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.
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If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.
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