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With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
theatrical director, lyricist, playwright, poet, writer, composer
1898 – 1936
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
Verde que te quiero verde.
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
