“Oh honey, there's nothing new on this earth when it comes to what men and women do in the dark. First love is when you learn. So you've learned that love can open you up like spring sun on a wee primrose. Good. Remember that. You know how to love.” KnowsMenFirstsEarthRememberDarkLove IsKnow HowSunSpringMen And WomenHoneyFirst LoveNothing NewHow To Love Book:The House of Bernarda Alba: a modern adaptation Source: The House of Bernarda Alba: a modern adaptation
“Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first.” FirstsMayLeftHellRichFingernails Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.” FirstsHumansTwoBigsCitiesTravelElementsArchitectureRhythmExtrasCaptureTravelerAnguishGeometryFuriousBig Cities Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale. (Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the vivid morning I wanted to be myself. A heart. And at the evening's end I wanted to be my voice. A nightingale. Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.” FirstsHeartSoulEndsWantedDesireTurnsVoiceMorningColorGreenEveningOrangeVividRipeNightingales Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords.” FirstsHeartWaterWhiteSilenceMorningFiveImpossibleWindBirdHotGuitarEveningUselessDawnBranchesSandTargetSouthernYearningWoundedArrowsWeepingCamellias Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“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.” MenFirstsLooksKindMayMeanSocialCrimeEmptyMachinesSlaveryPainfulRhythmConfusedMechanismTypicalGlancesAnguishGangSocial LifeGaiety Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
