The duende. . . . Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit … - Federico Garcia Lorca

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Trees and bones are constantly reforming themselves along lines of stress. This algorithm has been put into a software program that's now being used to make bridges lightweight, to make building beams lightweight.

Federico Garcia Lorca

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.

Baptism, Children, Landscapes, Odour, Wind

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The theater has to impose itself on the public, and not the public on the theater. . . The word "Art" should be written everywhere, in the auditorium and in the dressing rooms, before the word "Business" gets written there.

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To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

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The gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of being and best preserves the fire, the blood and the alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth.

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Ever since I got married I've been thinking night and day about whose fault it was, and every time I think about it, out comes a new fault to eat up the old one; but always there's a fault left.

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I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.

Art, Common, Dark, Eye, Light, Love