I’m in love. He’s been dead for decades and would have never returned my affection anyway, since his taste tended towards his own gender, but I love him. It’s an intellectual love, but a passionate one nonetheless. His name is Federico García Lorca.
I’m in love. He’s been dead for decades and would have never returned my affection anyway, since his taste tended towards his own gender, but I love him. It’s an intellectual love, but a passionate one nonetheless. His name is Federico García Lorca.