I really ought to tell you about my first encounter with her. In Triana, on La Calle Castilla, at her academy.
I had no idea who she was, other than that she was a flamenco dancer, when I went to see her. We met in her office.
She had a lot to say,
but I only understood bits and pieces.
That's kind of how it was that whole first year in Spain. Most of the time I only partially understood people. I did however understand what Matilde wanted me to do. And I did not want to do it. In fact, I refused to.
But, I'm not going to tell you about that today...
For today, just this letra:
A Matilde Coral
Daniel Pineda Novo
de embrujo y señorío
liándose el mantón como Pastora
arte de luz,
que el arte lo atesora con su gracia juncal, su poderío.
Arte en el cuerpo,
el ademán bravío;
arte en los brazos,
porque el cielo adora;
arte en los pies de pura bailaora,
arte, duende, misterio, escalofrío...
Ecos de la eternal Argentinita en su baile cabal,
donde gravita todo el ritmo...
Y Pilar la está animando...
Ecos de Macarrona y Malena...
y un solo de guitarra...
El bordón suena,
que Matilde ya está bailando.
To Matilde Coral
Daniel Pineda Novo
Art of light,
of enchantment and class
working the mantón like Pastora*
art of light.
amassed by art with her striking grace, her power.
Art in the body,
the wild expression;
art in the arms,
because the heavens adore;
art in the feet of a pure bailaora,
art, duende*, mystery, chills...
Echoes of the eternal Argentinita* in her faultless dance,
where all of the rhythm gravitates...
And Pilar* encourages her...
Echoes of Macarrona* and Malena*...
and a guitar solo...
The bass sounds,
that Matilde is now dancing.
Duende. I don't like translations of this word, so I've chosen to leave it as is.
Whoa. Translating is a challenge. Your suggestions are welcome. (I have no idea what vabal means... ) EDIT - Thank you, José for your suggestion that this word was a typo. I've changed the letra to reflect this. Feelings about this letra? Leave a comment below.