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Upon rounding a corner
your eyes assaulted me,
your hair ensnared me,
and they led me to my
imprisonment.
Al revolver de una esquina
tus ojitos me asaltaron,
tus cabellos me prendieron
y a la carcel me llevaron.
Solea/Traditional
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If one day I call you
and you don't come,
I could be killed,
I wouldn't feel a
thing.
Little companion of
my soul, I wouldn't feel
a thing.
Si algun dia yo te llamara
y tu no vinieras,
aunque la muerte me diera,
no la sintiera.
Compañerita de mi alma,
no la sintiera.
Seguiriyas/Popular
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"Flamenco fusion is done with making money in mind...that which sounds familiar is more easily swallowed. Flamenco is being adapted to the masses when the opposite should be true...the masses should be educated so flamenco can reach them..."
Pedro Bacan/Guitarrista
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I am no longer who I once was,
nor the man I could have become.
I am just a sad stick of furniture
thrown away against the wall.
Yo ya no soy quien era,
ni quien debia de ser.
Soy un mueblesito de
tristeza arrumbaito
a la pared.
Martinete/Popular
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If you are my pretty friend,
why won't you look at me?
The eyes I looked at you with
I have given to the dark.
If you are my pretty friend,
why won't you kiss me?
The lips I kissed you with
I have given to the earth.
If you are my pretty friend,
why won't you hold me tight?
The arms I embraced you with
are covered now in worms.
Si tu eres mi linda amiga,
como no me miras, di?
Ojos con que te miraba
a la sombra se los di.
Si tu eres mi linda amiga,
como no me besas, di?
Labios con que te besaba
a la tierra se los di.
Si tu eres mi linda amiga,
como no me abrazas, di?
Brazos con que te abrazaba
de gusanos los cubri.
Andalusian Ballad (referenced by F. G. Lorca)
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"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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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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