“I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.” WantDyingPoetToes Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.” WantCornersWants To Be Alone Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind’s knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I’ve placed the eyeless head of all my desires.” WantDesireWindWindowKnivesUnseenGuillotine Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) Translated by William S. Merwin” WantMayLittlesVoiceWaterSilenceBoysKingsClothesFingersRingsFar AwayCricketLittle BoysMuteCaptivesDrop Of Water Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.” WantDreamNightStarsBornCuttingReflectionShadowLet MeMirrorsFruitRoundsCopiesTormentAntsParrots Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.” WantColorWindGreenBranchesI Want You Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
