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¨There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.¨ ¨ I had left even the spirits behind me.¨ ¨If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out” … “It seemed as if we could hear the corn growing in the night; under the stars…”

—Willa Cather, My Antonia

¨Su luna de pergamino

Preciosa tocando viene

por un anfibio sendero

de cristales y laureles¨.

—Federico García Lorca, Romancero Gitano