7 January 2009. Gray winter's air, white smoke puffs against pewter sky...
Un zorzal--su gran habilidad para el canto. Lo argentino--the pampas thrush. And a figure seated at a table, hands raised slightly, in thought, or in a moment of conversation. Jaime Dávalos. As in the café in Córdoba, decades ago, with Atahualpa Yupanqui and the others. Las canciones, winding their way through the hills...
Ahora que estás ausente
mi canto en la noche te lleva.
Tu pelo tiene el aroma
de la lluvia sobre la tierra...
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