Like air and pain that Lorca draws

This Monday night, in the presence of scholars and writers, among the world’s foreigners and Spanish citizens, Lorca’s magic manifested itself as the lights of the world. Cadiz at a show it looked like it was designed by him. All the lights, sky blue, purple, that vast space with the blue of the last city in Europe. Everything corresponded to the dreams of the lorquianas when there were happy or sad songs, for both qualities were in her face.

The musicians, singers, guitars, ankles and throats, and the dancers’ reflections in the air responded to a rare, secret bliss like earthy blue, and the people (the people and they too) felt enchanted. With a storm that sends out the broken, winding words that flamenco presents as a renunciation of love, a territory in a rupture.

guild again Sigh is an air that dominates that poet more than anyone else. houses guarded by jealousy or not yet jealous love. And since artists started with themselves Ah all degrees, Ah never ending, Ah It is known that it is not necessary to know word for word what they are saying, which seems like an urgent rain.

For lamentation is like a shattered cloud that the poet (again I feel it is Lorca) placed there, so that literature (which was full of writers) was an enigma; letter.

The surrealism of the sun, the guitars looked like a thousand guitars combined with the brilliance of the fans. How do talking wrists and wrists talk, how do they sing, how do admired musicians see them sing? This woman who flies does not fall to the ground with Ah that they explained as if they had just stepped out of a game love.

In that special moment happiness In the air, it’s not strange to feel that Lorca is there too, going up and down to discover that nothing moving in this environment of the sea (and all the colors of the sea) is alien to the world. poet what they killed and did not do to bury, the most beautiful inspiration on earth and blood.

The chairs seem motionless, but behind where the dance, the sung dance takes place, they are like suffocating skeletons. Always a grammar lesson from Andalusian crossovers, these chairs light up the jondo mood of the arts. It’s like stepping into the sunset scene of Cádiz”a nightingale looking for its wounds”.

It is the total poetry of kante as drawn by Lorca.

Chemistry approaching the cry of poetry. “And although I am far from you / I am always with you / and I cannot live without you”. Sometimes the pains are clearly heard and there are wounds made of lead or wood and reconciliations that end in the symmetry of heads that finally find peace and farewell. AND Ah.

Moon, month, month, month. bulerias Moon month month. Ah. Pain breathes for joy. “The life, pain and joy we love so much.” Saying or writing the words is not so important. The imperative is silence, full of air and sun. “From time to time life seems like a dream”.

Whatever they said in this concert of silence, anger, blue, purple and sea of ​​sky… Cadiz It was like a broken flower, a forest of beautiful calves, a sun bestowed by heaven, that no one weeps but the one who dries up with the joy of dancing.

But there is pain, of course there is pain. Ah. Pain as drawn by Lorca.

[Este texto está inspirado por el espectáculo flamenco (Tiempo de luz) celebrado anoche en el Teatro Manuel de Falla de Cádiz y organizado por el Instituto Cervantes. El baile de Ana Morales, las guitarras de Miguel Ángel Cortés y José Quevedo ´Bolita` y la percusión de Pakito González (dice la nota de prensa) completan este programa encabezado por tres referentes: Carmen Linares, Marina Heredia y Arcángel].