“The duende....Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odour of a child's saliva, crushed grass, and medusa's veil, announcing the endless baptism of freshly created things.” ChildrenSpiritWindEmptyEndlessLandscapeGrassAccentsVeilsCrushedBaptismAnnouncingMedusaSalivaArchways Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Here 'neath veils, my Saviour darkly I behold; To my thirsting spirit all thy light unfold; Face to face in heaven let me come to thee, And the blessed vision of thy glory see.” LightFacesSpiritHeavenVisionGloryLet MeBlessedTheeSacramentsVeilsFace To FaceSaviour Author:Thomas Aquinas