Author: Federico Garcia Lorca

Weeping, I go down the street Grotesque, without solution With the sadness of Cyrano And Quixote. Redeeming Infinite impossiblities With […]

El campo De olivos Se abre y se cierra Como un abanico. Sobre el olivar Hay un cielo hundido Y […]

I want to sleep the dream of the apples, To withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep […]

En la redonda Encrucijada, Seis doncellas Bailan. Tres de carne Y tres de plata. Los sueсos de ayer las buscan […]

La luna vino a la fragua Con su polisуn de nardos. El niсo la mira mira. El niсo la estб […]

1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the […]

I have shut my windows. I do not want to hear the weeping. But from behind the grey walls. Nothing […]

Sobre el cielo De las margaritas ando. Yo imagino esta tarde Que soy santo. Me pusieron la luna En las […]

Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea And the horse on […]

So I took her to the river Believing she was a maiden, But she already had a husband. It was […]

But like love The archers Are blind Upon the green night, The piercing saetas Leave traces of warm Lily. The […]

The night soaks itself Along the shore of the river And in Lolita’s breasts The branches die of love. The […]

The litle boy was looking for his voice. (The King of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water […]

If I die, Leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) […]

Largo espectro de plata conmovida El viento de la noche suspirando, Abriу con mano gris mi vieja herida Y se […]

Noche de cuatro lunas Y un solo бrbol, Con una sola sombra Y un solo pбjaro. Busco en mi carne […]

No one understood the perfume Of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented A hummingbird of […]

Tree, tree Dry and green. The girl with the pretty face Is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, […]

The fat lady came out first, Tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady Who turns dying octopuses inside […]

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl […]