There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.
Federico Garcia LorcaMy head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.
Federico Garcia LorcaNew York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
Federico Garcia LorcaVerde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.
Federico Garcia LorcaThe terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that it is their duty to keep that huge machine running, day and night, forever. This is what comes of a Protestant morality, that I, as a (thank God) typical Spaniard, found unnerving.
Federico Garcia Lorca