29-05-2013, 04:25 AM
When I listened to your song Keith I was originally inspired to post an Inti Illimani song about Augusto Cesar Sandino the liberator of Nicaragua and inspiration of the Sandistas who fight the murderous descendants of Cortez.
Instead I post another Inti Illimani song about the famous Brazillian painter Candido Portinarà as I think it is more musiacally interesting
Studio version here
A very rough translation for the non Spanish speakers:
For Candido Portinari
honey and rum,
a guitar and sugar
and a song,
and a heart.
To Candido Portinari
Buenos Aires and a bandoneon.
Oh, tonight we may, we may,
oh, tonight we may, we may,
we may sing a son.
Sounds and flashes.
A tough man,
made of blood and paint,
Howling at the canvas.
Sounds and flashes,
His blood from his strong hands
sounds and flashes,
like he carved in light
Instead I post another Inti Illimani song about the famous Brazillian painter Candido Portinarà as I think it is more musiacally interesting
Studio version here
A very rough translation for the non Spanish speakers:
For Candido Portinari
honey and rum,
a guitar and sugar
and a song,
and a heart.
To Candido Portinari
Buenos Aires and a bandoneon.
Oh, tonight we may, we may,
oh, tonight we may, we may,
we may sing a son.
Sounds and flashes.
A tough man,
made of blood and paint,
Howling at the canvas.
Sounds and flashes,
His blood from his strong hands
sounds and flashes,
like he carved in light
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it." Karl Marx
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"He would, wouldn't he?" Mandy Rice-Davies. When asked in court whether she knew that Lord Astor had denied having sex with her.
“I think it would be a good idea” Ghandi, when asked about Western Civilisation.