lorca raze el remanso del aire bajo la rama del eco. el remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. el remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. (the still pool of air under the branch of echo. the still pool of water under a frond of stars. the still pool of your mouth under a thicket of kisses.) — federico garcía lorca ["remansos: variación" from "el diván del tamarit", 1940] 130105 ... ovenbird Every song is the remains of love. Every light the remains of time. A knot of time. And every sigh the remains of a cry. -Federico García Lorca 251121 what's it to you? who go blather from