#Federico García

[mournfulroses]

Federico García Lorca, from a letter to María del Reposo Urquía, featured in The Selected Letters

[salvadorbonaparte]

Disappearance as Presence

Fábula y Rueda de los Tres Amigos - Federico García Lorca // Nineteen Seventy Three - Sebastián Picker // Don't Think I've Forgotten: Cambodia's Lost Rock and Roll - dir. John Pirozzi // Untitled (Portrait of Ross in LA) - Félix González-Torres // Hall of Names - Yad Vashem

[orpheuslament]

Little International Waltz, after Federico García Lorca, Dante Émile

[manoelt-finisterrae]

Federico García Lorca

frescor do raio onde hai auga de nada a nena e a árbore beizos de auga salgada noite de día como ollada como frío noite que estivo fronte á túa trenza nena

é de auga esa cobra de luz? do como o teu amor pendurado da sombra do dor cartilla do verso onde escorregou un fío de ciencia errante noite pintada como fonte sombras como de choiva

réquiem fonte negra ti e o bico abolorecido dos asasinos bico frío e frío

© Manoel T, 2024

[wedarkacademia]

― Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma

[roseverie]

BETHANY; meaning house of figs

“Green murmur, intact. / The fig tree spreads out its arms to me.”

requested by anon

[el-jujeniodeletras]

[suenosyfantasmas]

And I will sleep at your feet

to keep what you dream of.

Federico García Lorca.

Sueños y fantasmas. El arte de soñar.

[adreciclarte4]

Federico García Lorca e Salvador Dalí, 1925

[mournfulroses]

Federico García Lorca, from "3 Tragedies; Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alta,"

[putah-creek]

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace. --Federico Garcia Lorca

[kamas-corner]

Hay almas que tienen azules luceros, mañanas marchitas entre hojas del tiempo, y castos rincones que guardan un viejo rumor de nostalgias y sueños. Hay almas a las que uno tiene ganas de asomarse, como a una ventana llena de sol.

— Federico García Lorca

[lionofchaeronea]

"Fishermen" -- Federico García Lorca (1898-1936)

Fishermen

The enormous tree fishes with its lianas rare moles out of the earth.

The willow above the pool fishes for its nightingales. …but the white moon will not bite on the cypress’ green hook…nor will your heart bite on mine, little brunette of Granada.

Pescadores

El árbol gigantesco pesca con sus lianas topos raros de la tierra.

El sauce sobre el remanso se pesca sus ruiseñores. …pero en el anzuelo verde del ciprés la blanca luna no morderá…ni tu corazón al mio, morenita de Granada.

[verscritos]

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[mosaicos-poeticos]

Federico García Lorca

Literatura 451

[abellinthecupboard]

From the Sky

—After Lorca When I die, bury me in the sky— no one is fighting over it. Children are playing soccer with empty bomb shells (from the sky I can see them). A grandmother is baking her Eid makroota and mamoul (from the sky I can taste them). Teens are writing love letters under an orange tree (from the sky I can read them). Soldiers are cocking new rifles at the checkpoint (from the sky I can hear them). Under fire, death and water are brewing in the kitchen (from the sky I can smell them!). When I die, bury me in the sky, I said, for now, it is quiet— no one owns it and no one is claiming to.

— Sara Abou Rashed