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RETURN TO SPAIN


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Mi lugar de nacimiento no esté                        
en la cuna de Castille, pero                                  
el corazón y el alma pertenecen a España            

La pasión que fluye en las venas de un              
Español ha sido transfundido dentro de mí            
y los cursos por mí justo tan seguramente        
como si fue mis patrimonies                                

Y cuando oigo la palabra hablada…                      

…U oye los esfuerzos que cantan                       
de las cuerdas de una guitarra de flamenco...    

Soy transportado.                                           

Y mis movimientos del cuerpo de un                      
lugar dentro de que son indefinible,                        
un lugar de instinto…                                          

y yo me siento que es mi destino                      
por último para regresar                                
a donde éxtasis                                          
sumerge mi ser                                          
y mi existencia es                                            
alimentada                                                    
por el idioma                                                   
de romance
                                                  
a mi patria...
                                                    
...a España                                                                                                                 


AL INGLES~

My place of birth does not lie
in the cradle of Castille, but
my heart and soul belong to Spain

The passion that flows through the veins
of a Spaniard has been transfused within me
and courses through me just as surely
as if it were my birthright

And when I hear the spoken word...

…or hear the strains that sing from the
strings of the flamenco guitar...

I am transported.

And my body moves from a place
inside that is indefineable,
a place of instinct…

and I feel it is my destiny
to finally return
to where ecstasy
engulfs my being
and my existence
is fed
by the language
of romance

Home…

...to Spain                              


K.Tate Jacoby
Copyright May 29, 2010



        
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