Flamenco

Retrato de Silverio Franconetti

Entre italiano
y flamenco,
¿cómo cantaría
aquel Silverio?
La densa miel de Italia
con el limón nuestro,
iba en el hondo llanto
del siguiriyero.
Su grito fue terrible.
Los viejos
dicen que se erizaban
los cabellos,
y se abría el azogue
de los espejos.
Pasaba por los tonos
sin romperlos.
Y fue un creador
y un jardinero.
Un creador de glorietas
para el silencio.

Ahora su melodía
duerme con los ecos.
Definitiva y pura.
¡Con los últimos ecos!

Federico García Lorca


Performed by Manolo Caracol

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One thought on “Flamenco

  1. A Portrait of Silverio Franconetti

    by Federico García Lorca

    Halfway between Italian
    and flamenco, how
    would Silverio sing?
    Italy’s thick honey mixed
    with our own lemon
    ran in the plaintive depths
    of this ‘seguiriya’ singer.
    His cry was terrible.
    The old men said
    that it sent shivers
    and rent the quicksilver
    simmers in the mirrors.
    He never broke the tones
    as he slid through them.
    He was gardener
    and maker. A maker
    of bowers fit for silence.

    His melody now sleeps
    with echoes. Final
    and pristine.
    With the last echoes!

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