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Sorrow in My Soul | The Weekly Letra

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Sorrow in My Soul | The Weekly Letra

When we were in Jerez we spent a lot of time at Tabanco El Pasaje watching flamenco. You can see shows there just about every afternoon and night. Below you can see a video of Juan Loreto dancing soleá por bulerías.

Soleá por Bulerías
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Qué pena tengo en el alma
se murió la madre mía
cuando se anunciaba el alba

What sorrow I feel in my soul
my mother died
when dawn came

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Laura de los Laureles | The Weekly Letra

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Laura de los Laureles | The Weekly Letra

Today is June 1st, my santo. It falls on a Friday, so I'm publishing this letra for all of the other Lauras out there:

Tarantos
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De los laureles
dicen que te llamas Laura
Laura de nombre

por nombre Laura
si tú no eres de los laureles
que los laureles son firmes
y tú pa mi no lo eres
dicen que te llamas Laura
Laura de nombre

por nombre Laura

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If You Ever Go To Cádiz | The Weekly Letra

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If You Ever Go To Cádiz | The Weekly Letra

We are studying tangos (with abanico) with Mercedes Ruíz during the Flamenco Tour to Jerez. Naturally, we are LOVING it. The first part of our dance is to this:

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Si alguna vez vas a Cádiz
ve por el barrio Santa María
verás los gitanitos
como te cantan con alegría

Tú eres la tonta inocente
tú eres la loquita perdida
cuando tú riñes con tu gente
¿por qué no te vienes a la verita mía?

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My Blood Calms Your Blood | The Weekly Letra

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My Blood Calms Your Blood | The Weekly Letra

Today's letra is an excerpt from a letter (modified to fit the compás) that Simón Bolivar wrote to Manuela Sáenz, a revolutionary heroine from South America who collaborated with Simón Bolivar and is recognized as a feminist symbol of the 19th century wars of independence. I learned about her last night during the show, Mujeres Valientes produced by Flamenco Vivo Carlota Santana when I went to see Emilio Ochando perform with the company here in New York ...

Legaste de improviso, como siempre
sonriente, notoria eras tú.

Legaste de improviso, como siempre
sonriente, notoria, te miré.

Mi sangre tu sangre calma
tu sangre la mía amansa.

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