Federico García Lorca Quote

I touched her sleeping breasts, and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth.


The Faithless Wife (La Casada Infiel) (1928)


I touched her sleeping breasts, and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth.

I touched her sleeping breasts, and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth.

I touched her sleeping breasts, and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth.

I touched her sleeping breasts, and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth.