26 November 2008. Fish-tail skies, gray November afternoons, a deeper dusk towards evening...
C. Romaní, in the Confitería Jockey Club, Buenos Aires...holding forth. His central European presence, verging on Bucharest, hair parted down the middle, Brecht-like but convivial. A dark shirt and tie, wire-rimmed glasses, of middle years, delighted to be singing for us, as he takes his place in front of the applique flagstone hearth, sports tv, and all the other paraphernalia of a more modern age...
Charming, his finger in the air to emphasize the meaning and cadence of a phrase. Sense of theater--always--but smiling in a personal way--again, his delight. An art, a craft, a souvenir...
Agitando pañuelos te vi...
No comments:
Post a Comment