If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows? — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“Wish" Just your hot heart, nothing more. My Paradise, a field, no nightingales, no strings, a river, discrete, and a little fountain.… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense;… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it.… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“...My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the finery of… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share
A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
“Here I want to see those men of hard voice. Those that break horses and dominate rivers; those men of sonorous skeleton who sing… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share
The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
“Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind, so on… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share
At first glance, the rhythm may be confused with gaiety, but when you look more closely at the mechanism of social life and the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
I'm hurt, hurt and humiliated beyond endurance, seeing the wheat ripening, the fountains never ceasing to give water, the sheep bearing hundreds oflambs, the… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
Oh honey, there's nothing new on this earth when it comes to what men and women do in the dark. First love is when… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets careless, so… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
What you wouldn't have suspected lives & trembles in the air. Those treasures of the day you keep just out of reach. These come… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share
