GARCIA LORCA: They took me a shell

“I closed my window because I do not want to hear the crying, but behind the gray walls that crying is heard no more. There are very few angels that sing, a few barking dogs; one thousand violins come in the palm of my hand. But the weeping is an immense dog, crying is an immense angel, the weeping is …

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MADEMOISELLE MARS: When someone we love, often, we cannot say why

“A lover is his backyard, the one where he hangs his heart, because he wants to win the favor of all. Having him for anybody, to hand the flame, until he is the dog house, he strives to please.” Naive and flirtatious with Moliere and Marivaux, the seductive woman also well had known and interpreted the roles offered to her …

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