Seville is a tower full of fine archers… Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant… — Federico Garcia Lorca Archer Copy Share Image
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Awful Copy Share Image
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark… — Federico Garcia Lorca Breathe 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… — Federico Garcia Lorca Hate Copy Share Image
The day that hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity… — Federico Garcia Lorca Earth 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
... the gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of… — Federico Garcia Lorca Alphabet 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… — Federico Garcia Lorca Crash Copy Share Image
We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Accordions Copy Share Image
What shall I say about poetry? What shall I say about those clouds, or about the sky? Look; look at them; look… — Federico Garcia Lorca Clouds Copy Share Image
Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I… — Federico Garcia Lorca Color Copy Share Image
I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Art 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,… — Federico García Lorca Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a… — Federico García Lorca Desire Copy Share Image
“Gacela of the Flight” I have lost myself in the sea many tunes with my ear full of freshly cut flowers, with… — Federico García Lorca Death 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… — Federico Garcia Lorca Ambulance Copy Share Image
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed. — Federico Garcia Lorca Bitten 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 Afraid 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
“...I see fetal sciences in you, mummified poems, and bones of my romantic secrets and old innocence. Shall I hang you on… — Federico García Lorca Love 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
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 Accents 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 Ache 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 Night Copy Share Image
“Quasida of the Woman Prone" To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth… — Federico García Lorca Naked Copy Share Image
“Los cien enamorados duermen para siempre bajo la tierra seca. Andalucía tiene largos caminos rojos. Córdoba, olivos verdes donde poner cien cruces… — Federico García Lorca Amor 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 Heart Copy Share Image
“Before the Dawn" But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily.… — Federico García Lorca Archers Copy Share Image
The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it.… — Federico Garcia Lorca Arrows Copy Share Image
“Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we… — Federico García Lorca Afraid of death Copy Share Image
Variación / Variations El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso… — Federico Garcia Lorca Air Copy Share Image
“A light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Bitter truth Copy Share Image
New York is a meeting place for every race in the world, but the Chinese, Armenians, Russians, and Germans remain foreigners. So… — Federico Garcia Lorca America 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… — Federico García Lorca Federico-garcia-lorca 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
