today, 75 years ago, the world screams long into the night as she loses one of her most powerful voices, one of her most enamored lovers.
today, 75 years ago, we lost to bullets our beloved Federico Garcia Lorca.
They disappeared you
on the 16th of Aug
and assassinated you on
a moonless night one or two days later.
in 1936
you had died for all time.
fifty years later a memorial was erected
on the spot where you were killed.
in recognition of your talent
in apology of your end.
and while you weep for Ignacio, our
flood of tears are for you.
– Hoc Scripsi
Garcia Lorca, I love you for all time.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 