Yolanda Martinez.
More than a style of music, a way to move the body or stroking rhythm guitar, Flamenco is a way of life. Which accepts both know, as to which no, entangled in his eyes the magic of air gives way and who is about handing the fate. Flamenco is the one who feels, who would bulerías heart beats in his blood and green and white polka dots.
A flamingo is characterized by the gait gave off because it has more wealth than his art, although his fortune takes only three letters and a gypsy and big chest.
* Love, love, lover ... all verb forms and for having fit in this first commandment. Love is the reason to exist, the oxygen culquiera and did not care how or who is revealed: faith, love, passion, lust ... what matters is that air in lungs.
- I do not fear death because death is natural, I fear most accounts that God would have to give. ('Baile de La Bola'. Estrella Morente ).
- So you want a weather vane moves the air, mine is like a rock, enduring storms.
- I dreamed you up, gypsy, and I woke up kissing the bars of your window.
- If you ask what do you deny the indifferent and your name does not match my own people. Green girl sigh Who cares about the things you say, or where my kisses go or what you do to me? ('Green girl sighed. " José Mercé ).
The warmth of the skin and chest fire can also be written without dots gorgotones and blood.
- The pay every bit of a snub my attention, but sometimes you have to mourn drops of blood.
- Grande insanity is denying it is true that I had wanted. Grande madness was denied. Oh, but you pa 'me and so you end live a hundred years. ('Great madness'. Enrique Morente ).
- you crossed my path, I deny that I found you, but you learned to walk with cuidao.
* Freedom, purity, Elf ... everything revolves around the same suit, the solea. Time consciousness, very heightened between the Flemish, determines the bankruptcy of the goods of this world, a position somewhat ascetic, which translates into contempt for worldly goods and the illusory search as mere sentiment. Living on the edge, the edge of the air, face to face with death and with feet always ready to mark a path explain the mythical phrase The Piriñaca 'when I sing at home, I know the mouth with blood. "
- love conquers all, all the money clears, all-consuming time, everything has just death.
- sayings that say, anyone who says I am is because he has no one to tell you are, your company is air. ('Natural Fandangos. "Enrique Morente).
- Man for man needs three items: do much, say little and do not boast in his life.
and penalties not counted, are sung to the air. Flamenco mixes with the saliva and that hurt, not shared with anyone, but only with their 'ayes' which are always raw, naked emotion and full of vivid word.
- On the banks of a river I go alone and increase the current with what I cry.
* Life and death, blood with blood. In an extraordinary culture, flamingos saved his life in a box of good metal to make the best of sounds. Maybe because they look in the eyes of death with the dignity of nature, value, enjoy and feel differently. His philosophy is full nuance, rooted in the earth and full of truth.
- What happened yesterday has already happened and what is passed today, tomorrow no one has seen, scene, let's go!
- No one speaks ill of the day until the night comes, I am sad I have been happy to have the afternoons.
- The glories of this world are transient, lasting for as it passes through memory.
*** PD flamingos may have nothing to do with this, but everyone is entitled to dream about what we want ***
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