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I wrote a contrafactum to rhythm changes today. Or I should say that one just occurred to the fingers of my right hand as I was playing, aft...

Friday, April 17, 2015

23. Las ascuas

Las ascuas de un crepúsculo morado...

I remember precisely when I read this poem by Machado, trying to puzzle it out in my deficient Spanish. My dad who knew no Spanish, overhearing me discuss it with a classmate of mine, suggested that the capitalized "Amor" was a statue of cupid. I was 17.

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