DUSK
I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.
Gabriela Mistral
(April 7, 1889 – January 10, 1957 / Vicuna / Chile)
FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA ~ NO ONE IS SLEEPING IN THIS WORLD
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire.
