The passion of love in the Spanish poet's work is unfathomably deep, with elation poised at the edge of the abyss and anguish dwelling simultaneously in its depths. From the four elements of nature-fire, air, water, and earth-Lorca forges the substance of the moon and its other face: the knife.
Sensuality reigns supreme, yet remains free of all vulgarity or base lust. It upholds the right of the flesh to desire and to be desired, alongside the right of the soul to love and to be loved, but also to find solace in the face of unattainable love.
A thousand poetic moments that will often lead readers to wonder about our beloved Federico: "What a little nightingale he was, caught in the snares of the world!"
