Federico Garcia Lorca Quotes

Spain, Poet
June 5, 1898 – August, 19, 1936.

Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca, known as Federico García Lorca (Spanish pronunciation: [feðeˈɾiko ðel saˈɣɾaðo koɾaˈθon de xeˈsuz ɣarˈθi.a ˈlorka]; 5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936) was a Spanish poet, playwright, and theatre director.

Also known as Theatre Director, Playwright

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Fear
- Dark
- Road
In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- World
- Country
- Alive

Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Art
- Black
- Automation
As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Die
- Worry
- Born
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Beautiful
- Moment
- Beard
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Nothing
- More
- Battle
To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Earth
- See
- Naked
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- World
- Lost
- New York

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Want
- Wind
- Green
The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- World
- America
- Jazz
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- City
- Human
- Architecture
I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.

Federico Garcia Lorca
- Money
- Lost
- Eyes