Federico Garcia Lorca Quotes About Heart

• Siempre me alegraré de que me dejen en paz en ese rincón encantador y desconocido, apartado de luchas, putrefacciones y tonterías; el rincón definitivo del azúcar y la tostada, donde las sirenas atrapan las ramas de los sauces y el corazón se abre a la agudeza de una flauta.

  Federico García Lorca

  Struggle, Heart, Mermaid

• En el corazón de todo gran arte hay una melancolía esencial.

  Federico García Lorca

  Arte, Esenciales, Melancolía

• Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale. (Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the vivid morning I wanted to be myself. A heart. And at the evening's end I wanted to be my voice. A nightingale. Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.

  Federico García Lorca

  Morning, Heart, Color

  Federico García Lorca, “Ditty Of First Desire”

• Hoy en mi corazón un vago temblor de estrellas y todas las rosas son tan blancas como mi dolor.

  Federico García Lorca

  Estrellas, Dolor, Corazón

• Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart.

  Federico García Lorca

  Pain, Distance, Heart

• Si el azul es sueño ¿qué entonces la inocencia? ¿Qué le espera al corazón si el Amor no lleva flechas?

  Federico García Lorca

  Dream, Heart, Blue

• The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

  Federico García Lorca

  Pain, Distance, Heart

• The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Impossible to silence it. It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. Oh, guitar! Heart mortally wounded by five swords.

  Federico García Lorca

  Morning, Heart, Guitar

  Federico García Lorca, “The Guitar”

• El corazón tembloroso de la bailarina debe armonizarlo todo, desde las puntas de sus zapatos hasta el aleteo de sus pestañas, desde los volantes de su vestido hasta el juego incesante de sus dedos.

  Federico García Lorca

  Heart, Eyelashes, Play

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