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.
Interpretation
The quote explores the deep connections of love and friendship that transcend fear and longing.
In this quote, Federico Garcia Lorca uses rich imagery to convey the profound emotions connected to love, friendship, and the shared human experience. He juxtaposes the restlessness of longing with the beauty of relationships that unite people, suggesting that amidst darkness and uncertainty, it is love and camaraderie that illuminate our lives, transcending mere appreciation of art.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a heartfelt toast at a wedding to celebrate love and friendship.
The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.
Death laid its eggs in the wound
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
Sweetness flows from your appearance and your beauty makes me fall more in love with you. Anytime I feel low, I think about the good times you have given me and everything seems good again.
The Savior taught us to love not only our friends but also those who disagree with us- and even those who repudiate us.
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.
We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
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