When I read Lorca, eroticism that permeates everything he writes me drunk. Impossible not to feel, as a force that is beyond anything that sets the limits: the reason to our heads, our behavior society. As undercurrent, there's this: in the songs of the girls who wash, light and playful but at the same time ominous, like a presence that " beware - beware " on the boards of the old, requested or simply offered between teeth, interfering, judging, but they know, for better and for worse, then finally the actors the drama, but mostly ignored intense presence negligent. Nobody ever says "I burn with desire"-that self-awareness: it does not. We know, squeezing her throat, "how I like to say:" strangled in his throat "-until it is triggered, the desire, tragedy, both.
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