Quotes from Federico Garcia Lorca

Si yo tuviera hambre, no pediría un pan. Pediría medio pan y un libro.

I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.

The dreadful nostalgia for a wasted life, the fatal feeling that you were born too late, or the restless hope for an impossible morning with the nearby restlessness of the flesh's ache

A confused labyrinth of smoky stars entangles my hopes, which are nearly faded

Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.

Hay cosas que no se pueden decir porque no hay palabras para decirlas; y si las hubiera, nadie entendería su significado.

Here I want to see those men of hard voice. Those that break horses and dominate rivers; those men of sonorous skeleton who sing with a mouth full of sun and flint.

Pero yo ya no soy yo, ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

Farewell " If I am dying, leave the balcony open. The child is eating an orange. (From my balcony, I see him.) The reaper is reaping the barley. (From my balcony, I hear him.) If I am dying, leave the balcony open.

También yo quiero dejarte si pienso como se piensa. Pero voy donde tú vas. Tú también. Da un paso. Prueba. Clavos de luna nos funden mi cintura y tus caderas.

Llena, pues, de palabras mi locura o déjame vivir en mi serena noche del alma para siempre oscura.

Los cien enamorados duermen para siempre bajo la tierra seca. Andalucía tiene largos caminos rojos. Córdoba, olivos verdes donde poner cien cruces que los recuerden. Los cien enamorados duermen para siempre. - De Profundis Those hundred lovers are asleep forever beneath the dry earth. Andalusia has long, red-colored roads. Córdoba, green olive trees for placing a hundred crosses to remember them. Those hundred lovers are asleep forever. - De Profundis

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars, but my way is lost in the soul of the mist. Light lops my wings.

But hurry! so united, entwined, mouths broken by love and soul bitten, time will find us destroyed

Julieta, la noche no es un momento, pero un momento puede durar toda la noche.

Ese es el defecto de las mujeres decentes de estas tierras. ¡No hablar! No hablamos y tenemos que hablar.

Pero el 2 no ha sido nunca un número es una angustia y su sombra...

Poesía es la unión de dos palabras que uno nunca supuso que pudieran juntarse, y que forman algo así como un misterio.

And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…

I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don't know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair. I know only the butterfly of your kiss on my forehead.

Gelmek istemiyor gece.. Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yüzden Ne de ben gidebiliyorum. Ama ben gideceÄŸim. Akrepten bir güneÅŸ ÅŸaka??m? yese de... Ama sen geleceksin. Dilin tuzlu yaÄŸmurlarca yak?lm?? olsa da...

Algunas cosas no cambian. Hay cosas encerradas detrás de los muros que no pueden cambiar porque nadie las oye.

If lilies would grow backwards, if roses would grow backwards, if all those roots could see the stars & the dead not close their eyes, we would become like swans.

To be silent and consumed by fire is the worst punishment on earth