30 July 2009. Quiet Friday pool, out and return. All gray. Sleek figure, midstream, several feet below, saving the dolphins...
Alfredo Zitarrosa. Who would have thought. A hundred faces, each more haunting than the last. Bien gominado--the polished hair--but something alive within, mysterious, very near the surface, but always hidden, even painfully, as if the revelation were never to be part of the deal. Watching him, we feel the same...
Una voz ensimismada--this for us as well...
* * *
Ensimismarse=from en sí mismo, a reflexive act of the awareness of the presence of the self--and at the same moment, the world. Velázquez, Cristo...
Por que hay tanto campo, vidalitá
y tanta gente pobre...
(For there is so much country land, vidalitá
and so many people poor...)
(for Mauricio)
2 comments:
El recuerdo disfrazao de santo y su historia se ha vuelto ilusion...
Hermoso dibujo de un grande que se fue,y ayer se nos fue este grande tambien...un brindis por ellos...
salu.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3f5-sITdzw&feature=related
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