Federico Garcia Lorca Wind Quotations

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

The duende....Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odour of a child's saliva, crushed grass, and medusa's veil, announcing the endless baptism of freshly created things.

I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind’s knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I’ve placed the eyeless head of all my desires.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.

Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.

Moon like a large stainedglass window that breaks on the ocean.