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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.
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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Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh.
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The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh.
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My poetry is a game. My life is a game. But I am not a game.
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Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno.
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Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot.
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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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