Spain is moved by the duende, for it is a country of ancient music and dance where the duende squeezes the lemons of death...a country of death, open to death. Everywhere else, death is an end. Death comes, and they draw the curtains. Not in Spain. In Spain they open them. Many Spaniards live indoors until the day they die and are taken out into the sunlight. A dead man in Spain is more alive as a dead man than any place in the world. His profile wounds, like a barber's razor.
Federico Garcia Lorca/Poet
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
Federico Garcia Lorca/Poet
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
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