Federico García Lorca

Lorca's laughter is the echo of ancient sorrows.

The guitar weeps for the gypsies.

Politics is the art of the possible, but in Spain, it's the art of the impossible.

My plays are mirrors of the Spanish soul.

The nightingale sings of love and death.

In the House of Bernarda Alba, repression is the true villain.

I prefer to be a poet in the street than a bureaucrat in an office.

The sea is a graveyard of forgotten ships.

Humor is the salt of tragedy.

Education is the key to liberate the spirit.

The Andalusian dog barks at the moon.

Love speaks in flowers, truth in silence.

Theater without passion is like bread without salt.

In my letters, I bare my soul to the world.

The revolution is in the heart of the people.

Poetry is the air that the soul breathes.

Before dying, I want to see the sea one last time.

The olive branch is peace, but in Spain, it's blood.

Art heals the wounds of the spirit.

In the silence of the night, the poet finds his voice.