186 Quotes by Federico Garcia Lorca

و هم به من انگِ دیوونه‌گی می‌زنی. دیوونه! دیوونه! (می‌خندد). می‌تونم بشینم هر چی‌رو که از زنده‌گی می‌دونم دونه‌دونه بشمرم. همه‌ی زنا تو خونه زنجیری‌ین تا فقط به کارایی برسن که دل و روده‌شونو بالا میاره. پس واقعاً کوچه‌گردی شرف داره. بُدوبُدو می‌رم تا لب رودخونه. از کوه‌ها و تپه‌ها و درختا می‌کشم بالا تو کلیسا خودمو می‌رسونم به برج ناقوس و ناقوسو به صدا در میارم. آخر سرم آب یه انیسون تازه رو می‌مکم کیفِ عالمو می‌برم…

No pasa nada por fuera. Eso es verdad. […] Pero ni tú ni nadie puede vigilar por el interior de los pechos.

There is no one who in giving a kissdoes not feel the smile of faceless people,and no one who in touching a newborn childforgets the motionless skulls of horses.

¡Ay, qué terribles cinco de la tarde!.¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojesEran las cinco en sombra de la tarde!

Look at the longing, the anguish of a sad fossil world / that cannot find the accent of its first sob.

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

The little boy was looking for his voice.(The king of the crickets had it.)In a drop of waterthe little boy was looking for his voice.I do not want it for speaking with;I will make a ring of itso that he may wear my silenceon his little fingerIn a drop of waterthe little boy was looking for his voice.(The captive voice, far away,put on a cricket's clothes.)- The Little Mute BoyTranslated by William S. Merwin

Variación / Variations"El remanso de airebajo la rama del eco.El remanso del aguabajo fronda de luceros.El remanso de tu bocabajo espesura de besos.*The still waters of the airunder the bough of the echo.The still waters of the waterunder a frond of stars.The still waters of your mouthunder a thicket of kisses.

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 awakeis a tiny, infinite burnon the innocent eyes of other systems.