Federico García Lorca Quotes

My head is full of fire
and grief and my tongue
runs wild, pierced
with shards of glass.

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

I know there is no straight road
No straight road in this world
Only a giant labyrinth
Of intersecting crossroads

آه! ای شراب امید که عقلُ رویا را یکی کرده ای
و روح گل ها را
!چونان جسم منور مسیح به معراج می

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

Verde que te quiero verde.

Verde viento. Verdes ramas.

El barco sobre la mar

y el caballo en la montaña.

At five in the afternoon.
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
at five in the afternoon.
A frail of lime ready prepared
at five in the afternoon.
The rest was death, and death alone

لكنني أريدهم أن يعلموا بأنني مازلت حياً، أنني أمتلك معلفاً ذهبياً ما بينَ شفتيّ، أنني م�

The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.

Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,
but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit,
nor in the air, nor in our lives,
nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.
The genuine pain that keeps everything awake
is a tiny, infinite burn
on the innocent eyes of other systems.