Federico García Lorca

My oldest childhood memories have the flavor of the earth. The meadows, the fields, have done wonders for me. The wild animals…the livestock, the people living on the land, all these are suggestive in a way that very few people understand.… Shepherds, fields, sky, solitude.… This is poetic memory, and I trust it implicitly. 

Federico García Lorca 1898—1936