Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day


"My idols have always been Carmen Amaya and Farruco."

Manuela Carrasco/Bailaora

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Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day


I used to pray to Saint Anthony to find you
And bring you back to my side.
Now I pray to the Virgin of Carmen
That you'll leave and never come back!

Bulerias

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Monday, October 12, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day

"For my generation, knowing about cante and flamenco dance required going through the school of many moonless nights and above all, having a real love for flamenco. Having had the opportunity to know, to see dance and hear sing those unique artists, always of course, without forgetting the daily rigor and sacrifice of dance discipline. That and none other was my school, where I learned about dignity and about respect for the maestros that preceded me. Today's youth no longer cares about these things."

Mario Maya/Bailaor 1937-2008

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day


"Flamenco does not act out tragedy, it is a tragedy.
It makes no poetry, it is poetry. It does not need
exuberance to express itself. It is content to cry out."

Anselmo Gonzalez Oliment "Flamencolecia"

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Saturday, October 10, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day

I am jealous of the breeze
That caresses your face;
If the breeze were a man
I would kill him. 

Tengo celos del aire
que da en tu cara;
si el aire fuera hombre,
yo lo matara.

Solea

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Friday, October 9, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day

"Flamenco is fashionable now, but flamenco isn't my thing.
I don't sing flamenco, or 'deep song', I sing gypsy. Flamenco
is for Americans, and what my father does is also gypsy cante, 
not flamenco. I don't care what other people do, that's their business,
not mine."

Dolores Agujeta/Cantaora

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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Flamenco Quote of the Day

From your neck hangs a cross
Set in gold and ivory.
Let me die on it
And crucify myself there,
On that cross that hangs from your neck

Granaina

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