In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.
Federico Garcia LorcaVerde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.
Federico Garcia LorcaAt first glance, the rhythm may be confused with gaiety, but when you look more closely at the mechanism of social life and the painful slavery of both men and machines, you see that it is nothing but a kind of typical, empty anguish that makes even crime and gangs forgivable means of escape.
Federico Garcia Lorca