"The baile is a slave, placed to one side. First comes the cante, then the guitar, and finally, way behind, comes the dance. To tell you the truth, the dance has never been appreciated, never recognized for the cultural value it has. The people in Spain like the dance the least. In other countries, the dance is the main thing."
Manuela Vargas/Bailaora
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Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Flamenco Quote of the Day
My head goes crazy
spinning round and round,
little companion of my
soul and body, and
I have to hold myself
up against the walls
until I reach your door.
El sentido me da vueltas,
compañerita de mi alma,
de mis entrañas,
y yo me arrimo a las
paredes hasta llegar
a tu puerta.
Alegrias/Traditional
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spinning round and round,
little companion of my
soul and body, and
I have to hold myself
up against the walls
until I reach your door.
El sentido me da vueltas,
compañerita de mi alma,
de mis entrañas,
y yo me arrimo a las
paredes hasta llegar
a tu puerta.
Alegrias/Traditional
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Saturday, February 7, 2015
Flamenco Quote of the World
I went to pray and
proclaim my faith in Christ,
to say, I believe in
God, the Father;
but my words were,
Oh, Gypsy woman,
how much I love you.
A rezarle a Cristo
un credo por decir
creo en Dios Padre...
y dije... Gitana te quiero.
Romance/Traditional
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proclaim my faith in Christ,
to say, I believe in
God, the Father;
but my words were,
Oh, Gypsy woman,
how much I love you.
A rezarle a Cristo
un credo por decir
creo en Dios Padre...
y dije... Gitana te quiero.
Romance/Traditional
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Friday, February 6, 2015
Flamenco Quote of the Day
I like to watch you
pass by on the
sidewalk of my street,
because your way
of walking changes.
Me gusta verte
pasar por la acera
de mi calle,
porque te cambia el andar.
Bulerias/Alba & Manuel Molina
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pass by on the
sidewalk of my street,
because your way
of walking changes.
Me gusta verte
pasar por la acera
de mi calle,
porque te cambia el andar.
Bulerias/Alba & Manuel Molina
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Thursday, February 5, 2015
Flamenco Quote of the Day
From James Michener:
"Sevilla does not have ambiente, Sevilla is ambiente, and nowhere has this been better expressed than in a lyric written by Manuel Machado. It is a litany of Andalusian names, each described with its most typical appositives, except one, for which no nouns or adjectives suffice:
Cadiz, salt-laden brilliance,
Granada, hidden waters that weep.
Roman and Moorish, silent Cordoba,
Malaga, flamenco singer,
Almeria, golden.
Jaen, silvery.
Huelva, shore of the three caravels.
...and Sevilla.
Cadiz, salada claridad,
Granada, agua oculta que llora.
Romana y Mora, Cordoba callada,
Malaga, cantaora,
Almeria, dorada.
Plateado, Jaen.
Huelva, la orilla de las tres caravelas.
...Y Sevilla.
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"Sevilla does not have ambiente, Sevilla is ambiente, and nowhere has this been better expressed than in a lyric written by Manuel Machado. It is a litany of Andalusian names, each described with its most typical appositives, except one, for which no nouns or adjectives suffice:
Cadiz, salt-laden brilliance,
Granada, hidden waters that weep.
Roman and Moorish, silent Cordoba,
Malaga, flamenco singer,
Almeria, golden.
Jaen, silvery.
Huelva, shore of the three caravels.
...and Sevilla.
Cadiz, salada claridad,
Granada, agua oculta que llora.
Romana y Mora, Cordoba callada,
Malaga, cantaora,
Almeria, dorada.
Plateado, Jaen.
Huelva, la orilla de las tres caravelas.
...Y Sevilla.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Flamenco Quote of the Day
"Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to the paradise of that achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep... there are times of complete frustration; there are daily small deaths."
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Flamenco Quote of the Day
Get away, and don't try to
tell me, by God, that you
love me more than anyone else.
Get away and don't tell me...
For words of love are
blown away by the wind
as petals are blown off
of a flower.
Anda y no digas, por Dios,
que me quieres mas que a nadie.
Anda y no digas, por Dios...
que las palabras de amor
las va deshojando el aire
como deshoja la flor.
Rondeña/Traditional
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tell me, by God, that you
love me more than anyone else.
Get away and don't tell me...
For words of love are
blown away by the wind
as petals are blown off
of a flower.
Anda y no digas, por Dios,
que me quieres mas que a nadie.
Anda y no digas, por Dios...
que las palabras de amor
las va deshojando el aire
como deshoja la flor.
Rondeña/Traditional
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