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"A song to go to the soul of things"

I keep some mixtapes upon the shelf. They hide a nasty stain or gloss over some messy memories from another era. Actually, they’re mix CDs. I still like them, and I’m still sensitive to the urge behind their creation. 234 more words

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A Rose Preserved in Snow

The waters were talking, weeping,
Under the white rosebays,
Under the red rosebays,
The waters were weeping, singing,
By the flowering myrtle,
Above the opaque waters.”

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Ciudad sin sueño

No duerme nadie por el cielo. Nadie, nadie.
No duerme nadie.
Pero si alguien cierra los ojos,
¡azotadlo, hijos míos, azotadlo!

Haya un panorama de ojos abiertos… 19 more words


my photo.... a tribute to Federico García Lorca, 1898 - 1936

Sometimes you find that place.  It captures your imagination.

I think that Federico García Lorca knew how it felt exactly.  Here is his poem in English and in Spanish.  918 more words


Stigmata of Love

A light which lives on what the flames devour,
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch,
a crucifixion by a single wound,
a sky and earth that darken by each hour, 88 more words


Federico García Lorca: The House of Bernarda Alba - La casa de Bernarda Alba (1936) - A Play

I’ve read many French and German plays, some British, American, and Russian ones, but only one or two of Spanish origin. Richard and Stu‘s  571 more words


Through mirrors

Only a single bird

is singing.

The air is cloning it.

We hear through mirrors.

Federico García Lorca, “Replica”, from “Mirror Suite”