Federico Garcia Lorca Quote
WishJust your hot heart,nothing more.My Paradise, a field,no nightingales,no strings,a river, discrete,and a little fountain.Without the spurs,of the wind, in the branches,without the star,that wants to be a leaf.An enormous lightthat will bethe flowof the Other,in a field of broken gazes.A still calmwhere our kisses,sonorous circlesof echoes,will open, far-off.And your hot heart,nothing more.
Federico Garcia Lorca
WishJust your hot heart,nothing more.My Paradise, a field,no nightingales,no strings,a river, discrete,and a little fountain.Without the spurs,of the wind, in the branches,without the star,that wants to be a leaf.An enormous lightthat will bethe flowof the Other,in a field of broken gazes.A still calmwhere our kisses,sonorous circlesof echoes,will open, far-off.And your hot heart,nothing more.