“The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost.” FallLostFieldsBecomingSnowFrozenDeserted Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.” LostCuttingSeaFlowerEarsTongueAgonyLost Myself Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake” OrderLostAwakeLost Myself Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river.” LightYoungSpiritNightLostStarsSoundHoursSleepSilenceStepsStreetsWallThousandSingingRiversInfiniteNotesRoundsMusicalCrowdsNakedButterflyCricketBreezeRipeBlacknessSkeletonsWisps Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.” EnoughEyeLostMy OwnMillionsSeaLuckyDollarsCrashMillion DollarsCanyonsAmbulanceFaintingMarket CrashStock Market Crash Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea. Never as then, amid suicides, hysteria, and groups of fainting people, have I felt the sensation of real death, death without hope, death that is nothing but rottenness, for the spectacle was terrifying but devoid of greatness... I felt something like a divine urge to bombard that whole canyon of shadow, where ambulances collected suicides whose hands were full of rings.” PeopleRealEnoughWholeHandsEyeLostFeltMy OwnBusinessMillionsGroupsSeaGreatnessDivineLuckyShadowSuicideDollarsRingsFinanceUrgesSensationsCrashMillion DollarsHysteriaWithout HopeCanyonsAmbulanceFaintingMarket CrashHope DeathStock Market Crash Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“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.” WorldLyingLostWalksStreetsNew YorkMachinesAwfulMonstrous Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
