“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
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
“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 Copy Share Image
Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization. — Federico Garcia Lorca Art 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 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
The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen. — Federico Garcia Lorca Disappear Copy Share Image
Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first. — Federico Garcia Lorca Fingernails 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 Copy Share Image
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. — Federico Garcia Lorca Beard 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
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
“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
If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows? — Federico Garcia Lorca Arrows Copy Share Image
Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water. — Federico Garcia Lorca Kissing 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
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
The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in… — Federico Garcia Lorca America Copy Share Image
Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day… — Federico Garcia Lorca Ants Copy Share Image
The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your… — Federico Garcia Lorca Ache 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
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
“You can't look at yourself in the ocean. Your looks fall apart like tendrils of light. Night on earth. - The Great… — Federico García Lorca Fall apart 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 Copy Share Image
