“Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.” SeaLove YouWindMountainHorseGreenShips Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love is there, in flesh ripped by thirst, in the tiny hut struggling against the flood; love is there, in ditches where snakes of hunger wrestle, in the sad sea that rocks dead gulls, and in the darkest stinging kiss under pillows.” EyeLove IsStruggleTeacherSeaRocksHugeKissingHungerFleshTinyFloodThirstSnakesStatuesCrystalsPillowRippedNo LoveHutsDomesGulls 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 sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.” ArtFeelingsLightEyeHoursDarkCommonSeaStreetsLongingGoldenRidingRestlessStatuesBicycleFriendship LoveSirensGolden Hour 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
