•   Federico García Lorca
    A Spanish Poet and Dramatist
    The eldest of four children, Federico was born in 1898 in the village of Fuente Vaqueros, near Granada. His parents were
    called Federico and Vicenta and they were wealthy landowners.

•   As a youth, it became obvious that he was a talented writer and pianist. His first published work was a collection of prose
    pieces called Impresiones y Paisajes (Impressions and Landscapes) in 1918 when he was just twenty years old.
•   Soon, Federico became well-known for his wonderful work, partly because he liked to recite (read out) his poems and
    writings to groups of listeners in cafés and houses.
•   In 1919 he went to study Law in Madrid where he became the friend of film director Luis Buñuel and painter Salvador
    Dalí.
•   In 1928, his first famous collection of poems was published. This work is called Romancero Gitano (Gypsy Ballads) and it
    is a collection of eighteen poems. Click HERE to read a piece from the collection.
•   Federico loved the theatre and he became director of a university theatre company of Madrid called La Barraca. They
    toured towns, taking drama to smaller towns where theatres did not exist.
•   His first great play was Bodas de Sangre (Blood Wedding) in 1933. Over the next two years, he completed his other two
    most popular plays - Yerma and La Casa de Bernarda Alba.
•   In July 1936, Federico returned on holiday to his home area of Granada. A month later, for political reasons, he was
    arrested and executed without a trial. Nobody is sure where he is buried. It was at the time of the beginning of the
    Spanish Civil War and Federico, as an intellect and an artistic person, was considered an unsuitable influence on the
    Spanish people. In fact, his plays and poems were banned until 1975 when the Spanish leader
    General Francisco Franco died.
    Above: Portrait of General Franco.
    He was also known as El Caudillo.

    General Francisco Franco became the leader of Spain
    (el caudillo) at the time of the Spanish Civil War.
     He remained leader until he died in 1975.
    After Franco's death, the Spanish Royal Family returned. Today, Spain's monarchy still exists, with the same King since
    Franco's death in 1975 - Juan Carlos I.
•   In 1986, the Spanish Government decided to erect a statue of Federico García Lorca in Madrid - to mark the fiftieth
    anniversary of his death and to recognise his brilliance as a Spanish writer and poet. Below is a photo of the statue.
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Córdova.
Far , and lonely.

Black pony full moon
And olives in my pocket
Although I know the roads
I`ll never reach Cordova

For the plain, for the wind
Black pony, red moon
And death is watching for me
Beside Cordoba `s towers

Ay! The long, long highway
Ay! My valiant pony
Ay, that death is waiting
Before I reach Cordova

Cordova, far and lonely
The Little Ballad of the Three
Rivers

The Guadalquivir’s river
runs past oranges and olives.
The two rivers of Granada,
fall, to wheatfields, out of snow.

Ay, Love, that goes,
and never returns!

The Guadalquivir’s river
has a beard of clear garnet.
The two rivers of Granada
one of sorrow, one of blood.

Ay, Love,
vanished down the wind!
The lady with the fan

The lady of the fan
goes over the bridge,
over the cool river.

The gentlemen
in their waistcoats
look at the little bridge
without railings.

The lady of the fan,
with skirts a-flying,
is seeking a husband.

The gentlemen
are already married
to tall blond ladies
of the white language.

Crickets are singing
in the west.
(The lady
walks through the greenery.)
Crickets are singing
under the flowers.
(The gentlemen
go towards the north.)
The Lizard is Crying!

Mr. Lizard is crying.
Mrs. Lizard is crying.
Mr. and Mrs. Lizard
in little white aprons.

Have gone and lost
their wedding ring.

Ah, their little leaden wedding ring,
ah, their little ring of lead!

A large sky without people
carries the birds in its balloon.

The sun, rotund captain,
wears a satin waistcoat.

Look how old they are!
How old the lizards are!



Oh, how they cry and cry,
Oh! Oh! How they go on crying
Snail

They have brought me
a snail.
Inside it sings
a map-green ocean.
My heart
swells with water,
with small fish,
silvery, shadowy.
They have brought me
a snail.
Silly Song

Mum,
I wish I were silver.
Son,
you'd be very cold.
Mum,
I wish I were water.
Son,
you'd be very cold.
Mum,
Embroider me on your pillow.
That I will!
Right away!
Two moons of evening

1.
For Laurita, friend of my sister

The Moon is dying, dying:
but will be born again in the spring.

When on the brow of the poplars
is curled the wind from the south.

When our hearts have given
their harvest of sighing.

When the rooftops are wearing
their little hats of weeds.

The moon is dying, dying:
but will be reborn in the spring.
Butterfly
Butterfly on the air
How beautiful you are.

Butterfly on the air
Gilded and green
Light of the lamp.

Butterfly on the air
Stay there, there, there!...

You don´t want to stop
To stop you don´t want .

Butterfly on the air
Gilden and green
Light of the lamp.
Butterfly on the air
Stay there, there, there!...
Stay there!
Butterfly, are you there?
Poema Anda jaleo - de
Federico Garcia Lorca

Yo me subí a un pino verde
por ver si la divisaba,
y sólo divisé el polvo
del coche que la llevaba.

Anda jaleo, jaleo;
ya se acabó el alboroto
y ahora empieza el tiroteo.

En la calle de los muros
mataron a una paloma.
Yo cortaré con mis manos
las flores de su corona.

Anda jaleo, jaleo;
ya se acabó el alboroto
y ahora empieza el tiroteo.

Presentación lorca

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    Federico García Lorca A Spanish Poet and Dramatist The eldest of four children, Federico was born in 1898 in the village of Fuente Vaqueros, near Granada. His parents were called Federico and Vicenta and they were wealthy landowners. • As a youth, it became obvious that he was a talented writer and pianist. His first published work was a collection of prose pieces called Impresiones y Paisajes (Impressions and Landscapes) in 1918 when he was just twenty years old. • Soon, Federico became well-known for his wonderful work, partly because he liked to recite (read out) his poems and writings to groups of listeners in cafés and houses. • In 1919 he went to study Law in Madrid where he became the friend of film director Luis Buñuel and painter Salvador Dalí. • In 1928, his first famous collection of poems was published. This work is called Romancero Gitano (Gypsy Ballads) and it is a collection of eighteen poems. Click HERE to read a piece from the collection. • Federico loved the theatre and he became director of a university theatre company of Madrid called La Barraca. They toured towns, taking drama to smaller towns where theatres did not exist. • His first great play was Bodas de Sangre (Blood Wedding) in 1933. Over the next two years, he completed his other two most popular plays - Yerma and La Casa de Bernarda Alba. • In July 1936, Federico returned on holiday to his home area of Granada. A month later, for political reasons, he was arrested and executed without a trial. Nobody is sure where he is buried. It was at the time of the beginning of the Spanish Civil War and Federico, as an intellect and an artistic person, was considered an unsuitable influence on the Spanish people. In fact, his plays and poems were banned until 1975 when the Spanish leader General Francisco Franco died. Above: Portrait of General Franco. He was also known as El Caudillo. General Francisco Franco became the leader of Spain (el caudillo) at the time of the Spanish Civil War. He remained leader until he died in 1975. After Franco's death, the Spanish Royal Family returned. Today, Spain's monarchy still exists, with the same King since Franco's death in 1975 - Juan Carlos I. • In 1986, the Spanish Government decided to erect a statue of Federico García Lorca in Madrid - to mark the fiftieth anniversary of his death and to recognise his brilliance as a Spanish writer and poet. Below is a photo of the statue. •
  • 3.
    Córdova. Far , andlonely. Black pony full moon And olives in my pocket Although I know the roads I`ll never reach Cordova For the plain, for the wind Black pony, red moon And death is watching for me Beside Cordoba `s towers Ay! The long, long highway Ay! My valiant pony Ay, that death is waiting Before I reach Cordova Cordova, far and lonely
  • 4.
    The Little Balladof the Three Rivers The Guadalquivir’s river runs past oranges and olives. The two rivers of Granada, fall, to wheatfields, out of snow. Ay, Love, that goes, and never returns! The Guadalquivir’s river has a beard of clear garnet. The two rivers of Granada one of sorrow, one of blood. Ay, Love, vanished down the wind!
  • 5.
    The lady withthe fan The lady of the fan goes over the bridge, over the cool river. The gentlemen in their waistcoats look at the little bridge without railings. The lady of the fan, with skirts a-flying, is seeking a husband. The gentlemen are already married to tall blond ladies of the white language. Crickets are singing in the west. (The lady walks through the greenery.) Crickets are singing under the flowers. (The gentlemen go towards the north.)
  • 6.
    The Lizard isCrying! Mr. Lizard is crying. Mrs. Lizard is crying. Mr. and Mrs. Lizard in little white aprons. Have gone and lost their wedding ring. Ah, their little leaden wedding ring, ah, their little ring of lead! A large sky without people carries the birds in its balloon. The sun, rotund captain, wears a satin waistcoat. Look how old they are! How old the lizards are! Oh, how they cry and cry, Oh! Oh! How they go on crying
  • 7.
    Snail They have broughtme a snail. Inside it sings a map-green ocean. My heart swells with water, with small fish, silvery, shadowy. They have brought me a snail.
  • 8.
    Silly Song Mum, I wishI were silver. Son, you'd be very cold. Mum, I wish I were water. Son, you'd be very cold. Mum, Embroider me on your pillow. That I will! Right away!
  • 9.
    Two moons ofevening 1. For Laurita, friend of my sister The Moon is dying, dying: but will be born again in the spring. When on the brow of the poplars is curled the wind from the south. When our hearts have given their harvest of sighing. When the rooftops are wearing their little hats of weeds. The moon is dying, dying: but will be reborn in the spring.
  • 10.
    Butterfly Butterfly on theair How beautiful you are. Butterfly on the air Gilded and green Light of the lamp. Butterfly on the air Stay there, there, there!... You don´t want to stop To stop you don´t want . Butterfly on the air Gilden and green Light of the lamp. Butterfly on the air Stay there, there, there!... Stay there! Butterfly, are you there?
  • 11.
    Poema Anda jaleo- de Federico Garcia Lorca Yo me subí a un pino verde por ver si la divisaba, y sólo divisé el polvo del coche que la llevaba. Anda jaleo, jaleo; ya se acabó el alboroto y ahora empieza el tiroteo. En la calle de los muros mataron a una paloma. Yo cortaré con mis manos las flores de su corona. Anda jaleo, jaleo; ya se acabó el alboroto y ahora empieza el tiroteo.