Photograph by Mariola DCA. Statue of Lorca in the Plaza de Santa Ana, Barrio de las Letras. Madrid.

On Monday were fulfilled 119 years of the birth of Federico Garcia Lorca. The poet of Cowboys font saw the light a June 5th, 1898 and he was in this world too short a time. But his legacy is immeasurable and with the value of one eternal beauty which you can always enjoy. His life, his sensitivity, his memory, his art ... It all comes down to continuing to read and admire it. Today I pick up one tiny selection of some of his phrases and verses.

Poet in New York

• I want to cry, because I feel like it.

Bodas de sangre

• Oh what unreason! I do not want bed or dinner with you, and there is no minute of the day that I do not want to be with you, because you drag me and I go, and you tell me to turn around and I follow you through the air like a blade of grass. Act Three - Table One
• After my marriage I have thought night and day whose fault it was, and every time I think about it, a new guilt comes out that eats up the other; But there is always guilt! Second act - First frame

La casa de Bernarda Alba

• Tyrant of everyone around her. He is able to sit on top of your heart and watch you die for a year without closing that cold smile on his damn face. Act one
• And I don't want crying. Death must be looked at face to face. Be quiet! Act three
• Women in the church should not look at more of a man than at the officiant, and that is because he has skirts. Act one
• What I order is done here. You can no longer go with the story to your father. Thread and needle for females. Whip and a mule for the man. That's what people are born with. Act one

Poetry book

• Without any wind, listen to me! Turn around, sweetheart; turn, sweetheart. vane
• There is childish sweetness in the still morning. The encounters of an adventurous snail
• Nothing disturbs past centuries. We cannot draw a sigh from the old. The hunch
• It is an ark of kisses from mouths already closed, it is an eternal captive, of the sister heart. Morning
• Divine April, you come loaded with sun and essences, fill the flowery skulls with nests of gold! Spring song
• Harmony made flesh you are the great summary of the lyrical. In you melancholy sleeps, the secret of the kiss and the cry. The song of honey
• I have reached the line where nostalgia ceases and the drop of tears becomes alabaster of spirit. The shadow of my soul
• A clear repose and there our kisses, sonorous polka dots of the echo, would open far away. And your warm heart, nothing more. Desire
• And even if you did not love me, I would love you for your gloomy look as the lark wants the new day, only for the dew. Summer madrigal
• Discard sadness and melancholy. Life is kind, it has only a few days and only now are we to enjoy it. The Butterfly Hex
• The first kiss that tasted like a kiss and was for my children lips like fresh rain. Inner ballad
• The rain has a vague secret of tenderness, something of resigned and kind drowsiness. A humble music awakens with her that makes the sleeping soul of the landscape vibrate. Rain

More

• On the flag of freedom I embroidered the greatest love of my life. Mariana Pineda
• Solitude is the great carver of the spirit. Impressions and landscapes
• A dead person in Spain is more alive as a dead person than anywhere in the world. Game and goblin theory
• There are things enclosed within the walls that, if they suddenly went out into the street and shouted, they would fill the world. yerma
• Green I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship on the sea and the horse on the mountain. Gypsy romance.