Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca, known as Federico García Lorcawas a Spanish poet, playwright, and theatre director...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 June 1898
CountrySpain
men world spain
A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world.
labyrinth world giants
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
country world spain
In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.
america cuba world
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.
steps world earth
Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.
spiritual humanity world
The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen.
color wind branches
Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
girl character past
There's no doubt that I really have a feeling for the theater. These past few days it has occurred to me to do a comedy whose chief characters are photographic enlargements. Those people we see in doorways. Newlyweds, sergeants, dead girls, an anonymous crowd full of mustaches and wrinkles. It should be terrible. If I focus it well, it will possess pathos without consolation. In the midst of those people I will place an authentic fairy.
serenity silence apprenticeship
In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.
glasses tongue
My tongue is pierced with glass.
shining sometimes spit
Even money, which shines so much, spits sometimes.
pain eye air
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.
white wife today
The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.
distance doors silence
We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the docks, from the mountains we receive the dish of silence that the shepherds eat, but we don't hear more than our own distances. And what distances without end and without doors and without mountains!