Remindance of Flamenco
Listen - a soul is singing.
And its footsteps are speaking to gods, dancing.
Listen - the guitar is playing.
Those fingers once created the universe, while flying across the fret-board.
all dancers are ready, waiting - and a man's voice, wailing, wakes up the storm of tears and anguish.
Yet, it's a song of gods, striking a note of remindance they were us, once.
Ole!
copyright Jann C. Castor © 2001