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 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 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
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 Copy Share Image
“Caracola” They’ve bought me a shell. It sings inside a sea on a map. My heart fills up with water with a… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
The moon carries the masks of meningitis into bedrooms, fills the wombs of pregnant women with cold water and, as soon as… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death, but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit, nor in the air, nor in our… — Federico Garcia Lorca 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
“Arbole, Arbole . . ." Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind,… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little… — Federico Garcia Lorca 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 Actor Copy Share Image
“[To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss… — Federico García Lorca Dark eyes 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 Actor Copy Share Image
I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense;… — Federico Garcia Lorca Always be happy Copy Share Image
What you wouldn't have suspected lives & trembles in the air. Those treasures of the day you keep just out of reach.… — Federico Garcia 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 Actor 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
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
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 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 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
“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
While the poet wrestles with the horses on his brain and the sculptor wounds his eyes on the hard spark of alabaster,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“Romance Sonambulo" Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on… — Federico García Lorca 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 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
“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 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 Garcia Lorca Boys 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 Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Battle Copy Share Image
At first glance, the rhythm may be confused with gaiety, but when you look more closely at the mechanism of social life… — Federico Garcia Lorca Anguish Copy Share Image