Así.
Axé.
....Sondé miroir, O Legba!....
ADVERTENCIA AL LECTOR.
1. While writing here is an excellent exercise for my English style and for writing as such, it is bad for my style in Spanish. Therefore some posts may be in languages other than English.
2. Corybantic, rather anarchical and possibly Liangian, this blog is opposed to everything I find mean. It criticizes things you may hold dear. It resists authoritarianism and received ideas. It vaporizes Fascists.
3. This blog is a codex you have found. It speaks to one and all. But it also holds secrets and hides its face, for I who now perform the ancient text must adapt its words for modernity. I am a sculpted skull on a stela at Copán.
SE LES AGRADECE LA GENTIL COMPRENSION Y, COMO SIEMPRE, LA VISITA.
FIRMA: Z
Axé.
Oh yes. And:
“Tómate esta botella conmigo,
y en último trago nos vamos….”
All I have is “wow.” You post so much music that I never knew about, and this is some of the most beautiful. I would have never known that I liked rancheras if it wasn’t for you. I thank you.
Did not know that Chavela sang: “El preso numero 9″. I remember a friend who happened to be in # 9, cold and constantly hearing screaming and sorrows from mentally ill male inmates. This friend wrote to me and said that in cell # 9 this song sounded totally different. “Los maté sí señor y si vuelvo a nacer yo los vuelvo a matar”. My friend did not kill anyone and I guess the expression intensity was a metaphor.
@Happydog, isn’t it amazing? Chavela Vargas really does something with rancheras. I am guessing I should post more of her, everyone is doing it, she just died at 93.
@Carlos, I love El Preso # 9, too. I am sure it sounded even intense in an acual cell # 9.
She sang something like this multiple times