Death in Granada (1996)
Ricardo: That night I understood that what you write could bring you trouble, I mean real trouble. I learned that poetry could be an act of violence.
Lorca: When the pier forms collapsed under crumpling sound of daisies, I realized that they had murdered me. They combed the cafes, the graveyards, the churches; they pried open coffins and ransacked chests and cabinets. They smashed 3 skulls to rip out their gold teeth, but they couldn't find me. They couldn't find me. No, they couldn't find me.