I'm like Love, whose arrows are tears, whose quiver the heart.
No conseguire mi ventura, pues soy como el mismo Amor, cuyas flechas son de llanto, y el carcaj el corazon.
- Frederico Garcia-Lorca, Minor Song, (Granada, 1918)
I'll be thinking of you as I walk through the Generalife,
but you can't have the boots till you're ready to wear them.
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