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
unrequited-love memorable punishment
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
spiritual joy humanity
The day that hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity cannot imagine the joy that will burst into the world.
green branches vicious
Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.
running wall believe
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.
spiritual humanity world
The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen.
night every-night
Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night.
ocean moon window
Moon like a large stainedglass window that breaks on the ocean.
steps world earth
Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.
order lost awake
I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake
worry worried born
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.
stars wall butterfly
Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river.
spiritual laughter drama
A nation that does not support and encourage its theater is - if not dead - dying; just as a theater that does not capture with laughter and tears the social and historical pulse, the drama of its people, the genuine color of the spiritual and natural landscape, has no right to call itself theater; but only a place for amusement.
travel cities two
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
struggle heart mermaid
I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense; the ultimate corner of sugar and toast, where the mermaids catch the branches of the willows and the heart opens to a flute's sharpness.