Lorca ravages my soul

I am not a man or a poet or a leaf,

but a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side.

Inside you, my love, through your flesh,

is the silence of upturned trains.

Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery.

I’ve often lost myself,

in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake.

– Federico García Lorca

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