Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love. — Federico Garcia Lorca Branches Copy Share Image
The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife. — Federico Garcia Lorca Bride Copy Share Image
At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy. — Federico Garcia Lorca Art Copy Share Image
Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider? — Federico Garcia Lorca Black Copy Share Image
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads — Federico Garcia Lorca Crossroads Copy Share Image
The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side. — Federico Garcia Lorca Black Copy Share Image
Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders. — Federico Garcia Lorca Afraid Copy Share Image
“Vendrán las iguanas vivas a morder a los hombres que no sueñan” — Federico Garcia Lorca Amor Copy Share Image
Moon like a large stainedglass window that breaks on the ocean. — Federico Garcia Lorca Break Copy Share Image
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. — Federico Garcia Lorca Beard Copy Share Image
Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water. — Federico Garcia Lorca Kissing Copy Share Image
I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony. — Federico Garcia Lorca Agony Copy Share Image
The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in… — Federico Garcia Lorca America Copy Share Image
Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths.… — Federico Garcia Lorca Drink Copy Share Image
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish. — Federico Garcia Lorca Anguish Copy Share Image
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back… — Federico Garcia Lorca Beauty Copy Share Image
“You can't look at yourself in the ocean. Your looks fall apart like tendrils of light. Night on earth. - The Great… — Federico García Lorca Fall apart 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 Ache Copy Share Image
“Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The… — Federico García Lorca Love Copy Share Image
“If I die, leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) The reaper… — Federico García Lorca Little Boy Copy Share Image
“Naked solitude with neither gesture nor word. Transparent in the orchard, smooth as oil on the hill. Silent solitude with neither fragrance… — Federico García Lorca Bright star 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 Always be happy Copy Share Image
“The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little… — Federico Garcia Lorca Mute Copy Share Image
A nation that does not support and encourage its theater is - if not dead - dying; just as a theater that… — Federico Garcia Lorca Actor Copy Share Image
There's no doubt that I really have a feeling for the theater. These past few days it has occurred to me to… — Federico Garcia Lorca Actor Copy Share Image
“[To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss… — Federico García Lorca Dark eyes Copy Share Image
Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death, but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit, nor in the air, nor in our… — Federico Garcia Lorca Accompany 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 Ants Copy Share Image
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die. — Federico Garcia Lorca Anxiety Copy Share Image
Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. — Federico Garcia Lorca Branches Copy Share Image
![“[To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one…” quote by Federico García Lorca](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/6ff/federico-garc-a-lorca-2086_dark-eyes_to-find-a-kiss-of-yours-translated-by-sa_666323.jpg)
