“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.”
Quote by Federico Garcia Lorca
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Source: Lorca Plays: 1: Blood Wedding; Yerma; Dona Rosita the Spinster
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