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
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from… — Federico Garcia Lorca Dance Copy Share Image
“Variación / Variations" El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso… — Federíco García Lorca Kisses 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 Faults 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
Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night. — Federico Garcia Lorca Every night Copy Share Image
“Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.” — Federico García Lorca Love 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
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 Character Copy Share Image
Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders. — Federico Garcia Lorca Afraid of death 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 Amusement Copy Share Image
“Wish" Just your hot heart, nothing more. My Paradise, a field, no nightingales, no strings, a river, discrete, and a little fountain.… — Federico García 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 Believe Copy Share Image
Adam & Eve. The serpent cracked the mirror in a thousand pieces, & the apple was his rock. — Federico Garcia Lorca Adam Copy Share Image
A poet must be a professor of the five senses and must open doors among them. — Federico Garcia Lorca Doors Copy Share Image
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches. — Federico Garcia Lorca Branches Copy Share Image
Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno. — Federico Garcia Lorca Animal Copy Share Image
The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live. — Federico Garcia Lorca Gay Copy Share Image
In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me. — Federico Garcia Lorca Death Copy Share Image
“Vendrán las iguanas vivas a morder a los hombres que no sueñan” — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die. — Federico Garcia Lorca Anxiety Copy Share Image
The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife. — Federico Garcia Lorca Brides Copy Share Image
“When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
