...My voice is stained with bloody light,and I see irises dry upat its touch;in my songI wear the fineryof a white-faced clown. Love,sweet Love, hidesunder a spider. The sun,another spider, hides meunder legs of gold.I will not find my fortune,for I am like Love himself,whose arrows are tears,and whose quiver is the heart...
-Federico Garcia Lorca
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