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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.

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
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Federiḳo Garsiyah Lorḳah
Federiko Garsii︠a︡ Lorka
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Federico Carcía Lorca
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