Showing posts with label Federico García Lorca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Federico García Lorca. Show all posts

Friday, January 26, 2024

Take this Waltz



Leonard Cohen (21 September 1934 – 7 November 2016)
Federico García Lorca (5 Juni 1898 – 19 August 1936)

Thursday, January 25, 2024

Nectarious Night

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs . . .

Monday, March 06, 2023

Mo(o)nday Poetry

Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.*
* From Federico García Lorca's Canciones de luna

Monday, February 06, 2023

Mo(o)nday Poetry

Colmena
iVivimos en celdas
de cristal,
en colmena de aire!
Nos besamos a través
de cristal.
iMaravillosa cárcel,
cuya puerta
es la luna!
- - -
Beehive
We live in cells
of crystal
in a beehive of air!
We are kissing each other
through crystal.*
Wonderful prison,
the door of which
is the moon!
* cristal: glass, crystal, water (poetical)

Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)

Monday, January 16, 2023

Mo(o)nday Poetry

Dice la tarde:
"Tengo sed de sombra!"
Dice la luna: "Yo, sed de luceros."
[...]
Says the afternoon:
"I'm thirsty for shadow!"
Says the moon: "I want stars."

Yo tengo sed de aromas y de risas.
Sed de cantares nuevos
Sin lunas y sin lirios,
Y sin amores muertos.
*
I'm thirsty for scents and for laughter.
Thirsty for new songs
Without moons and without lilies,
And without dead loves.


 

Excerpt of Federico García Lorca's poem Cantos nuevo / New songs

Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)

Saturday, June 05, 2021

Beers & Books LXXXIX – Federico García Lorca

The day we stop resisting our instincts,
we'll have learned how to live.

Federico García Lorca
(5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)


Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Friday, June 05, 2020

Friday, May 01, 2020

Friday is Skyday

Colmena
iVivimos en celdas
de cristal,
en colmena de aire!
Nos besamos a través
de cristal.
iMaravillosa cárcel,
cuya puerta
es la luna!
- - -
Beehive
We live in cells
of crystal
in a beehive of air!
We are kissing each other
through crystal.*
Wonderful prison,
the door of which
is the moon!
* cristal: glass, crystal, water (poetical)

Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)

Friday, March 20, 2020

Friday is Skyday

Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.*
From Federico García Lorca's Canciones de luna

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Luna llena

Dice la tarde:
"Tengo sed de sombra!"
Dice la luna: "Yo, sed de luceros."
[...]
Says the afternoon:
"I'm thirsty for shadow!"
Says the moon: "I want stars."
Yo tengo sed de aromas y de risas.
Sed de cantares nuevos
Sin lunas y sin lirios,
Y sin amores muertos.
*
I'm thirsty for scents and for laughter.
Thirsty for new songs
Without moons and without lilies,
And without dead loves.
Excerpt of Federico García Lorca's poem Cantos nuevo / New songs

Monday, January 20, 2020

Romancero gitano



Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)

00:10 1 Romance de la luna, luna
01:48 2 Preciosa y el aire
04:15 3 Reyerta
05:49 4 Romance sonámbulo
09:18 5 La monja gitana
10:46 6 La casada infiel
13:04 7 Romance de la pena negra
14:58 8 San Miguel (Granada)
17:02 9 San Rafael (Córdoba)
19:04 10 San Gabriel (Sevilla)
21:54 11 Prendimiento de Antoñito el Camborio en el camino de Sevilla
23:44 12 Muerte de Antoñito el Camborio
25:47 13 Muerto de amor
27:57 14 Romance del emplazado
30:16 15 Romance de la Guardia Civil española Tres romances históricos
35:09 16 Martirio de Santa Olalla
38:13 17 Burla de don Pedro a caballo (Romance con lagunas)
40:40 18 Thamar y Amnón

Música de fondo: Pink Flamenco - Doug Maxwell
Poesía, cuentos y narraciones en la voz de Tomás Galindo.



Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Huida de la Vida

Not only because
Miss J. once contributed:
a gem in my shelves.
Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)

Friday, January 10, 2014

Nectarious Night


And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs . . .