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The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.
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
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García Lorca
Federico
G. F. Lorca
Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah
Federiko Garsii︠a︡ Lorka
Federiko Garsia Lorka
Federico Carcía Lorca
Phenteriko Gkarthia Lorka
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F. García Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca
F. G. Lorca
Frederico Garcia Lorca
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Federico Garciá Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazon de Je
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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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My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
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The moon carries the masks of meningitis into bedrooms, fills the wombs of pregnant women with cold water and, as soon as I'm not careful, throws handfuls of grass on my shoulders.
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I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.
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At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone
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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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Death laid its eggs in the wound
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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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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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Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.
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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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