The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I… — Federico Garcia Lorca 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
Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
The terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that… — 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
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day… — 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
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 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 Image
A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 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
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
