Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.
Federico García Lorca
The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.
Federico García Lorca
In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.
Federico García Lorca
Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.
Federico García Lorca
In the parched path I have seen the good lizard (one drop of crocodile) meditating.
Federico García Lorca
If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows?
Federico García Lorca