I would happily read you more. [ He steps away from the bush and comes over to crouch to a squat in front of her so he can peer up at her. ] And perhaps teach you, if you like, so you can appreciate the nuances more.

[ It was always tricky, translating the heart of poetry from one language to the next. Much of the essence - the soul - of a piece was lost along the way, and while expected, he cannot help but mourn the limitations of language. ]

A great number of his - Lorca's - poems are charged. Emotionally, politically. A cry in the dark.