“Ese es el defecto de las mujeres decentes de estas tierras. ¡No hablar! No hablamos y tenemos que hablar.” — Federico García Lorca 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 POOL Horned owl Stops his meditations, cleans his glasses, sighs. A firefly spins downhill & a star slides by. Old owl… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
All one's personality is embedded in gloves and hats after they've been good and used. Show me a glove and I'll tell… — Federico Garcia Lorca Character Copy Share Image
My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered. — Federico Garcia Lorca Seeds Copy Share Image
In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow. — Federico Garcia Lorca Crossroads Copy Share Image
“…I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don’t know how your eyes look, nor your hands,… — Federico García Lorca Butterfly 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 Copy Share Image
“The Poet Asks His Love to Write" Visceral love, living death, in vain, I wait your written word, and consider, with the… — Federico García Lorca Death Copy Share Image
“Arbole, Arbole . . ." Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind,… — Federico García Lorca Blue and green 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 Silence Copy Share Image
“…and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.” — Federico García Lorca Trees 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
“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
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
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
“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 Copy Share Image
I'm satisfied. I am progressively making my life and my name in the surest and purest manner. If I catch on in… — Federico Garcia Lorca Doors Copy Share Image
The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon.… — Federico Garcia Lorca Afternoon 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
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
