186 Quotes by Federico Garcia Lorca

شب چار ماه ویه تک‌درخت ویه سایه‌ی تکو یه پرنده‌ی تنها.رو تنم دنبال رد لبات می‌گردم.فواره بادو می‌بوسهلمسش نمی‌کنه.همون «نه» که بم گفتیوتو کف دستام با خودم می‌برممثه یه لیموی مومی خیلی سفیدشب چار ماه ویه درخت تک.رو نوک یه سوزنعشق منمی‌چرخه.

دلم نمی‌خواستدلم نمی‌خواست یه چیزیو بهت بگم.تو چشاتدو تا درخت دیوونه‌ی کوچولو دیدماز هوا، از خنده، از طلا.اونا تاب می‌خوردندلم نمی‌خواستدلم نمی‌خواست یه چیزیو بهت بگم.

Al gemir la santa niña,quiebra el cristal de las copas.La rueda afila cuchillosy garfios de aguda comba:brama el toro de los yunques,y Mérida se coronade nardos casi despiertosy tallos de zarzamora.

The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.

In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There, as nowhere else, you feel a total absence of the spirit: herds of men who cannot count past three, herds more who cannot get past six, scorn for pure science and demoniacal respect for the present. And the terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that it is their duty to keep that huge machine running, day and night, forever.