As much as my mind wants to go to the fields and horses and a gig in Tulsa this weekend my heart and mind are still connected to Andalusia, Spain. I close my eyes and I see the brick faces of the moors; I hear the songs of Roma; I taste the sweet capricho andaluz on my tongue. As time passes and I walk my corn field examining the fresh shoots of white corn memories will fade and morph into many other aspects like the corn maiden's journey.
|This is the closest I have come to Africa.|
|Flamenco la Nina|
More to come my friends.
|just one of the many steps of Granada|
|looking; searching within in Granada Spain|
"ESCUCHAR A MI TE ECHOS DE MENOS TODAVIA ."
Con amore, Mirabal