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Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
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
Spain
García Lorca
García Lorca
Federico
G. F. Lorca
Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah
Federiko Garsii︠a︡ Lorka
Federiko Garsia Lorka
Federico Carcía Lorca
Phenteriko Gkarthia Lorka
Lorka
Phederiko Gkarthia Lorka
F. García Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca
F. G. Lorca
Frederico Garcia Lorca
Lorca
Federico Garciá Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazon de Je
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Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno.
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The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh.
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In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.
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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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Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.
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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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Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot.
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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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In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me.
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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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The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers.
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To see you naked is to recall the Earth.
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Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.
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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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