With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
Federico Garcia LorcaAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: spanish
- Born: June 5, 1898
- Died: August 19, 1936
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