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Literary Contest XVII National University of Sevilla

Three

thousand euros in prize money by type (novel, poetry and drama). The contest ends on November 27, two thousand ten. Presentation of the works through http://www.cicus.us.es/

bases.

Poem Requesting Money Instead Of Birthday Gifts

Elegy Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

Yesterday I was lucky to find a copy of the magazine Mercurio, here's the digital version, which dealt with the subject "Poetry of flamenco" starting with an interview with Enrique Morente and following several articles that tell the obligatory presence of poetry in flamenco, great articles to plunge into these two arts.

Reading "From time to check flamenco hand to poetry, which begins the chronology of the book" Cante flamenco "of Demófilo , father of the Machado brothers (who established the study of flamenco, flamencology) I was pleasantly surprised to find that Gabriela Ortega, dancer and singer recorded the elegy "Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías" -cry to his uncle, written by Lorca, which for me is the most amazing elegy / visceral / beautiful I've ever read. The

Next was searching the Internet, strangely no trouble finding me recording in EP. Superb work by Federico García Lorca recited magnificently by a great singer.

Gabriela Ortega was born in Seville in 1915 in a family fraught with brothers and uncles art bullfighters, flamenco singers cousins \u200b\u200b(Manolo Caracol) and all closely related to Federico García Lorca. Was ordered into exile thus expanded the Flemish South America, returned to Spain and died in 1995.

In the same article, on the issue of exile, told Matilde Coral censors attending their performances, I asked who were the lyrics of their songs to which I replied I did not know, that everyone sang, not to say that poets were censored during the regime.

PS: The video is not the action of the elegy to Ignación Sánchez Mejías.

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Double Poem of Lake Eden

my old voice was ignorant of the dense
bitter juices.
The soothsayer
licking my feet wet in the fragile ferns. Oh

ancient voice of my love, oh
voice of my truth, my voice
ay open side, when all the roses
flowed from my tongue
and lawn impassive teeth did not know the horse!

're here drinking my blood , drinking my mood
heavy child, as my eyes
break in the wind
with aluminum and the voices of drunks.


door Let me go where Eve and Adam eat ants
dazzled fertile fish.
Let me go, man with the horns of the forest
stretched alegrísimos
and jumps.

I know the wider use
secret pin that has an old rusty
and I know the horror of waking eyes
on the concrete surface of the plate.

I do not want or dream world, divine voice,
want my freedom, my human love
in the darkest corner of the breeze that nobody wants.
My human love! Those dogs

pursue marine and wind stalks
logs neglected. Oh
old voice, burning your tongue
this voice and talc tin!

I mourn because I feel like crying children
as the last bank
because I'm not a man or a poet, not a leaf, but a pulse
wounded things probing the other side. I mourn

saying my name,
pink, child and fir on the shore of this lake,
to speak my truth as a man of blood
killing me the mockery and the suggestion of the word.

No, no, I do not ask, I desire, my voice
freed me lick your hands.
In the maze of screens is my bare moon
receiving punishment and encenizado clock.

So I spoke. So when I spoke
Saturn
trains stopped and the mist and Sleep and Death were looking for me. I was looking

where cows moo with paws and
page where fleet balances my body between opposites.

Some pictures I've searched the internet to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhere Federico García Lorca was inspired, in this case in Vermont (Canada). Poetry Poet in New York.

What Are The Effects Of Whippets

Dance me to the end of love Little Viennese Waltz

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me
-through the panic 'til I'm Safely Gathered in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to
the end of love Dance
me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love Dance

me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance
-through the panic till I'm
Gathered Safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the
end
of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Along with "In my secret life " my favorite song by Don Leonard Cohen, enjoy it as I do, I love it.

the video here.

And as for the beautiful picture: The singing butler, a picture of and contemporary Scottish painter Jack Vettriano , an artist who deserves to be known, I invite you to browse through some of his works. The painting, encourages narrative and is just perfect for the song. In this may sound, "Fly me to the moon" or even "Moon River"

No more, no less a verse and a greeting Sinduendos .

"And perhaps you and I are kissing in the rain,

always thought was overrated ...

And so,

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still do not leave"