“Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias. But forgetfulness does… — Federico García 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
