Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh. — Federico Garcia Lorca Blood 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 Burn 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
“Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds. -… — Federico García Lorca New Heart 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
“There are dewdrops on the nightingale's wings, bright beads of moon distilled by hope. On the marble fountain is the kiss of… — Federico García Lorca Dreams 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… — Federico García Lorca Want Men Copy Share Image
The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen… — Federico Garcia Lorca Becoming Copy Share Image
“I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen… — Federico García Lorca Drowning 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
“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
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 Fault 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 Allowed 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… — Federico García Lorca Great saying by great authors Copy Share Image
“Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint" Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of… — Federico García Lorca Hidden treasure 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… — Federico Garcia Lorca Absence 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… — Federico Garcia Lorca Dark 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 García Lorca Mute Copy Share Image
What matters most has an ultimate metallic quality of death. The chasuble and the wagon wheel, the razor and the prickly beards… — Federico Garcia Lorca Beard 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 Autumn 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 Blackness Copy Share Image
Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot. — Federico Garcia Lorca Arms Copy Share Image
“I want to sleep for half a second, a second, a minute, a century, but I want everyone to know that I'm… — Federico García Lorca Want Sleep Copy Share Image
“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
The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live. — Federico Garcia Lorca Gay 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
I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry. — Federico Garcia Lorca Dying 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
“But hurry! so united, entwined, mouths broken by love and soul bitten, time will find us destroyed” — Federico García Lorca Time Copy Share Image
“Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.” — Federico García Lorca Love Copy Share Image
What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love. — Federico Garcia Lorca Corner Copy Share Image
In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me. — Federico Garcia Lorca Death Copy Share Image
Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization. — Federico Garcia Lorca Art Copy Share Image
Theatre is poetry that rises from the book and becomes human enough to talk and shout, weep and despair — Federico Garcia Lorca Book Copy Share Image
The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold. — Federico Garcia Lorca Feet 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
“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 Federico-garcia-lorca Copy Share Image
