A Addie Cummings

[Otoño de 1929]

Queridísima señora:

Mother of all mothers, I who am the son of all sons salute you. You have honored me with your smiling attentions. You left me showered with attentions that will endure for all the years to come, for whole centuries of years. I salute you with the affection of the individual being for Mother Earth.
Love me and never forget me.

Your overseas son,


(Federico García Lorca, "Epistolario II")


Y pensar en el futuro como un mapa de altos edificios y rascacielos de cristal.


We tend to think about running away to France. But I dont think its necessary, it seems they preffer to come here instead.

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