“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.”
Quote by Federico Garcia Lorca
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Federico Garcia Lorca
Spanish poet and playwright, considered one of the most important literary figures of the 20th century. His works blend traditional and modern elements, deeply influenced by Spanish folklore and theater. more
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