“Ese es el defecto de las mujeres decentes de estas tierras. ¡No hablar! No hablamos y tenemos que hablar.” — Federico García Lorca Amor Copy Share Image
I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“…And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…” — Federico García Lorca Blossoming Copy Share Image
“Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.” — Federico García Lorca Love Copy Share Image
“But hurry! so united, entwined, mouths broken by love and soul bitten, time will find us destroyed” — Federico García Lorca Time Copy Share Image
In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships. — Federico Garcia Lorca Apprenticeship Copy Share Image
My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass. — Federico Garcia Lorca Death Copy Share Image
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“THE POOL Horned owl Stops his meditations, cleans his glasses, sighs. A firefly spins downhill & a star slides by. Old owl… — Federico García Lorca Bird Copy Share Image
The theater has to impose itself on the public, and not the public on the theater... The word "Art" should be written… — Federico Garcia Lorca Art Copy Share Image
“ANGUSTIAS.—Yo creo, madre, que él me oculta muchas cosas. BERNARDA.—No procures descubrirlas, no le preguntes y, desde luego, que no te vea… — Federico García Lorca Amor Copy Share Image
Ever since I got married I've been thinking night and day about whose fault it was, and every time I think about… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Seville is a tower full of fine archers… Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant… — Federico Garcia Lorca Archer Copy Share Image
“The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“Before the Dawn" But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily.… — Federico García Lorca Archers 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 Heart 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
“Variación / Variations" El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso… — Federíco García Lorca Kisses Copy Share Image
I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“...I see fetal sciences in you, mummified poems, and bones of my romantic secrets and old innocence. Shall I hang you on… — Federico García Lorca Love Copy Share Image
“But two has never been a number-- because it's only an anguish and its shadow, it's only a guitar where love feels… — Federico García Lorca Dead man Copy Share Image
Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my… — Federico Garcia Lorca Accents Copy Share Image
“Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.” — Federico García Lorca Poem Copy Share Image
A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world. — Federico Garcia Lorca Alive Copy Share Image
The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh. — Federico Garcia Lorca Book Copy Share Image
My poetry is a game. My life is a game. But I am not a game. — Federico Garcia Lorca Game Copy Share Image
“Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds. -… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once. — Federico Garcia Lorca Feds Copy Share Image
Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad.” — Federico García Lorca Amor Copy Share Image
If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows? — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
