Quotes from Federico Garcia Lorca

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.

Old women can see through walls.

The moon carries the masks of meningitis into bedrooms, fills the wombs of pregnant women with cold water and, as soon as I'm not careful, throws handfuls of grass on my shoulders.

Those who are afraid of death will carry it on their shoulders.

In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me.

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.

Death laid its eggs in the wound

I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind's knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I've placed the eyeless head of all my desires.

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.