Thank You Note To Surgeon

Jazz Competition

my jazz sounds out of breath, my jazz sounds
bulerías Bringing
dirt, salt and dance Carrying
simple joy.

Hold on to my jazz root, the veins Feel
ripping poetry, free jazz
My love, my jazz playing cards nitrate and

And forget me in another life.

friendly pat the fears, scream and preach
the zagalillas:
"While time passes, but the dust would
, Elf
overflow Swing Life"
Keyboards
walk my pores, fertile
strings on your cheeks,
And among the fandango of our union,
Our gemio from the island. Hang

my jazz anyone
That drill back, climbing by the English,
That in your breasts hanging melody
Of race, energetic, my blood jazz,
jazz My pleasure, my jazz por bulerias,
Ay! No love my jazz, my jazz to "never too late"
And forget about forgetting to remember in another life.


Jazz fusion is a musical full of surprises, I recently discovered two discs produced by Michel Camilo and Tomatito sublime that I have found, adding that I'm trying to read Lorca I study and study "mu flamenco" I lately. Here
one of my favorite songs of these two albums called by the order of publication, respectively, "Spain" and "Spain again."

The quality of songs is more than confirmed, is energetic music, enveloping and very "race."
With much more to say about these previous albums but soon, a greeting without elves.