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Steve April
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4/6/2013 12:22:16 PM
Guantanemara
Really like the E.M. Geil version, a song I always like anyway, such a beautiful melody...
The lyrics have much history also, by Cuban poet, Jose Marti.
I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red
woman from Guantanemara
(the next verse says,)
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
woman from guantanemera
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Steve April
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4/7/2013 11:21:36 AM
hi dolores,
yeah, me also.
the beauty, the humanity lol...
the song's on the IAC front page, and also on my station "sparklers," hope that helps.
dunno if you've ever read pablo neruda, a grand poet.
ISLA NEGRA, Chile — The body of Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda is being exhumed this weekend in an effort to clear up four decades of suspicion about how he died in the days after Chile's military coup.
A team of investigators is to begin digging on Sunday at Isla Negra, a rocky outcropping on the Pacific Coast where Neruda lived.
Neruda, who won the Nobel prize for literature in 1971, was best known for his verses of romantic eroticism, especially the collection "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair." He was also a leftist politician and diplomat and close friend of socialist President Santiago Allende, who committed suicide rather than surrender to troops during the Sept. 11, 1973, coup led by Gen. Augusto Pinochet.
In the days after the coup, Neruda's home in Isla Negra was raided by authorities and a Chilean warship was stationed off the coast, its cannons pointed directly at the house, Araya said. "They're going to blow us up," the poet told his driver, then 26 years old.
Neruda, 69 and suffering from prostate cancer, was said to be traumatized by the coup and the persecution and killing of his friends.
"I write these quick lines for my memories just three days after the indescribable acts that led to the death of my great friend President Allende," Neruda wrote in the last page of his autobiography: "I Confess I Have Lived."
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Shoe City Sound
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4/8/2013 6:46:41 AM
Never have read any poetry by Neruda - but I totally will now. Horrifying reading about those times - partially because I was in such a weird oblivious place, that I didn't even get it at the time... hard to believe, I know.
That's a great version by EM Geil, I agree - gives me a different feeling about that song than I had before.
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