The songs were not important. But less, much less of everything we threw up the night. Not to disparage, much less her awesome vocals. For nothing, not even think were good or were not up to it. What up? ... these people are well above the letters that sing and their voices with those who interpret them. Simply because they sing with soul in a fist, and the other the heart. For permeate every corner of where they operate, salt and the breeze of Cadiz. For the pulse-pounding to the beat of a three by four, crazy, crazy, makes you "Majara" and takes you to the port, without any Vaporcito catch. Because they are just art and tronío Cadiz.
left evidence in Granada last night that their songs are much more than counter and potholes. Are much more than a steady drumbeat of the realm of the cold metal knuckles or knotted wood. They are much more, because they think of the living, makes for prayers for the faithful to the cup, and laughing at the same strip are the tears. And the music and love for Cadiz then when you least expect it and will touch your back, and puts you under the jersey, removing his shirt and patting his back and bristling skin. And you get to the heart directly ... is well what I mean ... so direct you to clouds mind ...
night we touched their voices, they started small square black and Antonio Martín, away from slavery and made us forget the pain. And left us eager to caress and embrace poderte to say I love you, Cádiz ... well I love you and well you know. But even after it experienced last night, we all know that Rembrandt was not the fault, much less then nothing is, nothing equals it. Well, yes. The street ... street to reach the blessed typical and popular party ... but last night I was in paradise ...
But if it was a carnival party and family, accompanied by good friends and acquaintances, Alejandro Garcia, Rafael Rodríguez Moya, Javier Olid, Maria del Mar Pena, Felipe Reyes, Ana Ortega, Carolina Morales Viedma (the girl from Murcia, hahahaha) . And there were moments where you can listen, dream, excited, laugh, mourn, wail, sing, levitate, feel and all with the ability to interact with them at all times. Talk, ask, applaud, hug them, feel them, love them, and not without reason. Their voices carried to us that we are "puertatierra capita pa" to the nights of radio and headphones in the middle of the night. For the times we spent in the car listening to songs of carnival. In the shower, trying to make flyers reach for the rest of humanity. Or in the living room of our homes, while leaving the imagination to see us in a lavaero or on a roof, put some finishing point, or the beat of some music that will not fit.
Jose Antonio Lords, we cracked the chest with the Golden Andalusia, comparsa de Don Enrique Villegas and the immortal pasodoble mothers ... you notice when you sing with heart and feeling that at that time interpreted. My oles I missed one after the other, because this powerful voice touched me when mixed with honey and the sense of lyrics so sweet and pretty, to tell a mother who only know how to say these people singing.
The moon, last night explendida, huge and round, gave us good night, was reflected in the waves of a creek that jealous by bathing the shores of my hometown alhambreña, twisted nerve in the distance. And their money is reflected in my skin, to become a werewolf and get my nails against the poor "Paguate and nonsense" that were in the rear the pub and at first had not realized that we those who were there. But you, you ... you who are human humans only see what's inside of me ... and I went last night werewolf and pleasure. Of course I'm with you, Cádiz ... and your moon is the same as the one here, but is reflected in different and distant ways.
And not everything was going to be serious. So with the banter that characterizes the people of this part of our Andalusia were put to work to sing about cuplecitos, with which people are integrated into the action. Manolo trash Baja ... that good time ...
But I do not want to extend a lot of input, and thus always leave something in the room from my memory, for future blog entries. Because there will be. And because even now I am so, so excited and so happy with his experiences on the morning of day 21, add 3, and for me is odd, not right now because I can keep writing to tell you, as my feet up soil, so many times yesterday, I sincerely believe that I lost count. Until the chilly water of the bay's mojo pinrreles me and pulled me out of my lethargy Cadiz ... it was time to go home ... and tomorrow ... tomorrow is another day, but not forget what I experienced that night ... because anyone can have a photo with these artists who do not give the extras, even taking the huge background these people have, treasures and has so far behind the scenes ... but just as I kept snapshots of their faces, kind and good natured, and somewhat surprised that a Granaino them of coba carnival, they take a grin, and finish by giving you a sincere hug and a "prick, let's go pa Cai" .. .
Thanks Cadiz, thanks Jose Antonio "Lords" Thank you Grand Vizier, and Ramoni Thanks ... and these latest pictures and I spent some time talking to them, both at rest and at the end of the performance, I promise another entry, because they always remain in my memory, his words close, and yet terrible and so awful good feeling that we knew we all life, and that we could spend whole nights and days, talking and singing things from Cadiz, and its carnival ... but that, it will be and the next day ... Cadiz sleep ... my heart misses you ...
And the art of this card that José Ramón de Castro Gonzalez, "Ramoni" I gave out, and I signed with love all of them, the three odd .. . hmmm ... odd, a piece of the trio. Jose Antonio Lords, I signed with a big hug. Ramoni, La Voz de Cádiz dedicate me another big hug. Then came the Grand Vizier and said, "prick, I will sign na ma and I give you a hug "... delighted to have seen and known in Granada. Here is my house, which is yours, and we'll see in Cadiz ... and I say I, not Like I promised last night ... because the songs were not important ... because they "were what most" ...
PS: some photos and videos are Ana Ortega. Thank you, blond ...
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