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The theater has to impose itself on the public, and not the public on the theater... The word Art should be written everywhere, in the auditorium and in the dressing rooms, before the word Business gets written there.
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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Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?
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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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