Noche de flamenco en Almería por Josele.... Arcangel, Miguel Poveda, Mercé , Tomatito , Miguel Angel Cortés Night of flamenco in Almeria by Josele... Arcangel, Miguel Poveda, Merce, Tomatito, Miguel Angel Cortés
... noche de flamencos, muy cerquita del mar Mediterráneo...tres cantaores y un guitarrista... Miguel Poveda ... le acompaña Tomatito... ha pasado tiempo... se miran, se encuentran , la luz del cante hondo y grande de Miguel , la sonanta de Tomatito me desgarra, ya solo me queda cerrar mis ojos y volar cercano con su cante de levante... y no puedo abrir mis ojos, su voz ya ha cegado mis sentimientos ... Arcangel se arranca por alegrías con el compás de esa guitarra de Miguel Angel Cortés llena de flamencura caminando a un compás muy hondo que hasta las salinas de Cadiz ya están bailando .... fandangos de Alosno sentíos ay¡ que se me quedan en el alma ... y Mercé... cuando ya era la noche vieja y flamenca ... la malagueña lenta y sentía con un quejío entre un silencio sereno , y ahora es cuando se arranca por soleá y me quedo sin palabras.
Y luego el fin de fiesta , bulerías de jerez, ya era el cante, ya era la sonanta, ya era el baile , que lío que alegría cantaba Miguel , cantaba Mercé , cantaba Arcangel ...Bailaba Mercé y con Miguel .... luego en un suspiro de emoción, Josele guitarrista y cantaor .... y la noche no quiso dormir ... ya era flamenca pura....
... night of flamenco, very near of the sea Mediterranean... three singers and a guitarist... Miguel Poveda... you accompanies Tomatito... has last time... is look, is found, the light of the sing deep and large of Miguel, it sonanta of Tomatito me rips, already only me is close my eyes and fly close with its sing of levante... and not can open my eyes, his voice already has blinded my feelings... Archangel is starts by joys with the compass of that guitar of Miguel Angel Cortés full of femininity walking to a compass very deep that until them salinas of Cadiz already are dancing... fandangos of Alosno feel you ay that is me are in the soul... and Mercè.. .when already was the night old and Flemish... the Malaga slow and felt with a quejío between a silence serene! , and now is when is start by solea and I am without words. And then the end of party, bulerias from jerez, already was the sing, already was the sonanta, already was the dance, that mess that joy sang Miguel, sang Merce, sang Archangel... Dancing Merce and with Miguel... then in a sigh of emotion, Josele guitarist and singer... and the night not wanted to sleep... already was Flemish pure...
Y luego el fin de fiesta , bulerías de jerez, ya era el cante, ya era la sonanta, ya era el baile , que lío que alegría cantaba Miguel , cantaba Mercé , cantaba Arcangel ...Bailaba Mercé y con Miguel .... luego en un suspiro de emoción, Josele guitarrista y cantaor .... y la noche no quiso dormir ... ya era flamenca pura....
... night of flamenco, very near of the sea Mediterranean... three singers and a guitarist... Miguel Poveda... you accompanies Tomatito... has last time... is look, is found, the light of the sing deep and large of Miguel, it sonanta of Tomatito me rips, already only me is close my eyes and fly close with its sing of levante... and not can open my eyes, his voice already has blinded my feelings... Archangel is starts by joys with the compass of that guitar of Miguel Angel Cortés full of femininity walking to a compass very deep that until them salinas of Cadiz already are dancing... fandangos of Alosno feel you ay that is me are in the soul... and Mercè.. .when already was the night old and Flemish... the Malaga slow and felt with a quejío between a silence serene! , and now is when is start by solea and I am without words. And then the end of party, bulerias from jerez, already was the sing, already was the sonanta, already was the dance, that mess that joy sang Miguel, sang Merce, sang Archangel... Dancing Merce and with Miguel... then in a sigh of emotion, Josele guitarist and singer... and the night not wanted to sleep... already was Flemish pure...
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