Frederico Garcia Lorca/ Flamenco Poet

"Years ago, a eighty year old women came first in a dance contest in Jerez De La Frontera, against lovely women and girls with liquid waists, merely by raising her arms, throwing back her head, and stamping with her foot on the floor: but in that crowd of muses and angels with lovely forms and smiles, who could earn the prize but her moribund duende sweeping the earth with its wings made of rusty knives"