“The air pregnant with rainbows shatters its mirrors over the grove. - Air ” — Federico García Lorca Rainbows 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
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
Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider? — Federico Garcia Lorca Black Copy Share Image
While the poet wrestles with the horses on his brain and the sculptor wounds his eyes on the hard spark of alabaster,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Air Copy Share Image
Moon like a large stainedglass window that breaks on the ocean. — Federico Garcia Lorca Break Copy Share Image
“Small unhurt sorrows approach the hospitals and every day the dead take off a suit of blood. The architectures of frost, the… — Federico García Lorca Every day Copy Share Image
“Romance Sonambulo" Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on… — Federico García Lorca Black hair 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
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
“The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the… — Federico García Lorca Poetry 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 Poem 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
The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop… — Federico Garcia Lorca Boys Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. — Federico Garcia Lorca Battle 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 House Copy Share Image
If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman. — Federico Garcia Lorca Ends Copy Share Image
The moon carries the masks of meningitis into bedrooms, fills the wombs of pregnant women with cold water and, as soon as… — Federico Garcia Lorca Bedroom Copy Share Image
I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Clay 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
Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in… — Federico Garcia Lorca Crystals Copy Share Image
Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot. — Federico Garcia Lorca Arms Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Battle Copy Share Image
