But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
Federico Garcia LorcaPero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.
Federico Garcia LorcaTheatre is poetry that rises from the book and becomes human enough to talk and shout, weep and despair
Federico Garcia Lorca