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Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?
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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Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah
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Federico Carcía Lorca
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Federico Garciá Lorca
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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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There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
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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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I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake
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With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
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Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.
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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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My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
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Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
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The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along.
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Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.
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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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