( creeping Silver Wings . Federico Garcia Lorca)
Cry Enrique Morente friend.
July 2
a hug, one
and heart to heart and face to face
and leaf by leaf
and rennet rennet, a green
friendship.
And on December 13
ax ay, ay stem
by singing
by the breath of art
man by man through the arches
love for silence and a clamor for the skirt
hood by mouth
the guitars and the pasture grass
a sharp ax ay for pain tearing bread of life
and barley in fierce envy
bailing furiously rage of late with poor
to crack the lanterns
ay ax grin made no sharp
murderer and derision
winner ay, ay well worth
what
ay
throat which knife to and from the air
Enrique ay
Henry of all clubs to and
Enrique
ay
open and outspoken
Enrique Morente
courageous art.
But death does not know already ignorant
nightingales sing your
by the roots of man
already beat your palms regards the temples
time and your friendship and endless late
by the extension of the couplet. Then
ayyay, Enrique
nest in your echoes with clear brow
felt in echoes your nest
flamenco singing and life.
Tirititrán, Morente
that where your voice comes
is where is your innermost
and is not this sickle
nothing is this scythe.
Lelelelei, Enrique
that where your source, that where your source
alone in a pool is death. Pedro Arias
nb: Drawing Lorca. Nb 2
: What follows, I come from a blog - the aptly named "Flamenco and culture" - whom I thank for having made these two videos of my knowledge. the director, Vincent Moon also has pages and I find remarkable.
I leave the virtual address:
http://www.vincentmoon.com/
in this "concert à emporter" (concert pa 'wear) and often called Moon work, displayed, masterfully, Henry's daughter , Solea, and his wife, Aurora Carbonell "the ball." know the name of the violinist.
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