Today I opened the online edition of Ideal and seen the news expected and dreaded Enrique Morente irreversible situation . It has been the Master, representing the best of Granada, deep and mysterious art and friendly smile as strange in this town rough, treacherous and cowardly.
I wanted to put this video of Jorge Martinez two months ago when my father died, but the modesty impidió.Me have caught me crying while reading the news today. My father was very fond of his favorite flamenco Morente, who also used to visit a lot of my people in the eighties. Today there are no smiles.
someone sleeps tonight in the city without sleep.
The last time I saw acting Morente was last year, in an act of homage to the Saharawi women, sang the Elegy there Sijé Ramon, Miguel Hernández, with those final stanzas I do mourn, for so embedded in the heart
At winged souls of roses
almond cream requires you ,
we have to talk about many things,
soul mate, partner.
Today
no smiles, but only today. Tomorrow the sun awaits those who stay here.
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