Federico García Lorca II

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

I've often lost myself,
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake

The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.

I know there is no straight road 
No straight road in this world 
Only a giant labyrinth 
Of intersecting crossroads

Today in my heart
a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are
as white as my pain.

As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.