New 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 LorcaToday in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.
Federico Garcia LorcaTo burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
Federico Garcia LorcaWoodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.
Federico Garcia Lorca