Quotes from Federico Garcia Lorca

You can't look at yourself in the ocean. Your looks fall apart like tendrils of light. Night on earth. - The Great Sadness

El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos. Tiembla junco y penumbra a la orilla del río. Se riza el aire gris. Los olivos, están cargados de gritos. Una bandada de pájaros cautivos, que mueven sus larguísimas colas en lo sombrío.

El corazón Que tenía en la escuela Donde estuvo pintada La cartilla primera ¿Está en ti Noche negra Frío frío Como el agua Del río. El primer beso Que supo a beso y fue Para mis labios niños Como la lluvia fresca ¿Está en ti Noche negra

La luna deja un cuchillo abandonado en el aire, que siendo acecho de plomo quiere ser dolor de sangre.

Life is not a dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth, or we climb up to the snow's edge with the choir of dead dahlias. But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest and those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.

When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in the pocket.

But two has never been a number-- because it's only an anguish and its shadow, it's only a guitar where love feels how hopeless it is, it's the proof of someone else's infinity, and the walls around a dead man, and the scourging of a new resurrection that will never end.

You tormented a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

Quiero morirme siendo manantial. Quiero morirme fuera de la mar.

Tus hijas están y viven como metidas en alacenas. Pero ni tú ni nadie puede vigilar por el interior de los pechos. BERNARDA.

Only a single bird is singing. The air is cloning it. We hear through mirrors.

La tierra es un planeta mediocre, pero hay que ayudar a la civilización

Amor. Amar. Amor. De la boñiga con el sol, del sol con la vaca muerta y el escarabajo con el sol.

Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

The air pregnant with rainbows shatters its mirrors over the grove. - Air

I want to cry because I feel like it— the way children cry in the last row of seats— because I am not a man, not a poet, not a leaf, only a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side.

The evening, lacking intelligent relations, crumbles down into the haze of the horizon.)

Voglio dormire un momento, un momento, un minuto, un secolo; ma tutti sappiano che non sono morto; che c'è una stella d'oro sulle mie labbra; che sono il piccolo amico del vento occidentale; che sono l'ombra immensa delle mie lacrime.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The thoughts that nested in your folds, where are they now?...

I alone with my undiscovered love, without heart, without tears, towards the skies' impossible roof with a huge sun to console me.

Mientras una vive, lucha.

The golden girl bathed in the water and the water turned gold

MADRE: Pues es loca de no haber gritado todo lo que mi pecho necesita. Tengo en mi pecho un grito siempre puesto de pie a quien tengo que castigar y meter entre los mantos.

Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind, so on my lips your kisses. Like exposed fountains opposing the evening, so my dark eyes over your flesh. 2 I am caught in your circles, concentric. Like Saturn I wear the rings of my dream. I am not ruined by setting nor do I rise myself.