Federico Garcia Lorca Quote
Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one. No one sleeps.In a graveyard far off there is a corpsewho has moaned for three yearsbecause of an arid landscape in his knee;and that boy they buried this morning cried so muchit was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earthor we climb to the snow's edge with the voices of dead dahlias.But there is no oblivion; no dream:only flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouthsin a tangle of new veins,
Federico Garcia Lorca
Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one. No one sleeps.In a graveyard far off there is a corpsewho has moaned for three yearsbecause of an arid landscape in his knee;and that boy they buried this morning cried so muchit was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earthor we climb to the snow's edge with the voices of dead dahlias.But there is no oblivion; no dream:only flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouthsin a tangle of new veins,