<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388</id><updated>2012-01-29T00:00:05.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>363</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8754585395495251512</id><published>2012-01-29T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:00:05.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I have a green dress,&lt;br /&gt;green as an olive, &lt;br /&gt;and a flower for my hair,&lt;br /&gt;white as the moon,&lt;br /&gt;and lips for loving you&lt;br /&gt;that taste of warm honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un vestido verde,&lt;br /&gt;verde aceituna,&lt;br /&gt;y una flor pa' mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;blanca de luna,&lt;br /&gt;y pa' quererte unos&lt;br /&gt;labios que saben&lt;br /&gt;a miel caliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Alba &amp; Manuel Molina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8754585395495251512?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8754585395495251512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8754585395495251512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8754585395495251512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8754585395495251512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_29.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1104208040670562334</id><published>2012-01-28T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:00:08.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>With just a glance &lt;br /&gt;you will understand&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;and you will also understand&lt;br /&gt;how much I long to speak to&lt;br /&gt;you but cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solamente con mirarte&lt;br /&gt;comprenderas que yo a ti&lt;br /&gt;te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;y tambien comprenderas&lt;br /&gt;que quiero hablarte y no puedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea por Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;MatadoraFlamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1104208040670562334?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1104208040670562334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1104208040670562334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1104208040670562334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1104208040670562334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_28.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7208268335371187939</id><published>2012-01-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:00:10.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"It's not a question of being taught how to sing. Diego sang with tones before he spoke. Antonio, his eldest brother, played the guitar by the time he was five. My father never let us listen to what most people call flamenco, which is full of rumba and that kind of stuff. I think that's why he took us out of school. School teaches you a lot but it takes things away, too. They made Antonio stand against the wall because he was always tapping out rhythms. They tried to punish the compas out of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolores Agujetas/Cantaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7208268335371187939?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7208268335371187939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7208268335371187939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7208268335371187939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7208268335371187939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_27.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7267623117731692911</id><published>2012-01-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:00:16.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>You are brown and poor,&lt;br /&gt;even browner than&lt;br /&gt;the cinnamon that the nobles eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres morenita y pobre,&lt;br /&gt;mas morena que la canela&lt;br /&gt;que la comen los señores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7267623117731692911?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7267623117731692911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7267623117731692911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7267623117731692911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7267623117731692911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_26.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7418723258237874658</id><published>2012-01-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:00:08.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"I think flamenco singing comes from the first man who fell down and cried "ouch" ("Ay"). Then came the Ay Ay Ay Ay...I believe it must have come from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo pienso que el cante flamenco puede haber venido o viene de un llanto... del primer hombre que se cayo y dijo... Ay...y empezo ya.. Ay Ay Ay Ay. Yo creo que eso tiene que venir por ahi." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Chocolate/Cantaor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7418723258237874658?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7418723258237874658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7418723258237874658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7418723258237874658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7418723258237874658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_25.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1594974866245114957</id><published>2012-01-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:00:14.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I don't much like blondes;&lt;br /&gt;they don't know how to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;What I like are dark-haired girls,&lt;br /&gt;'cause from their mouths come kisses&lt;br /&gt;that take away all sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi no me gustan las rubias&lt;br /&gt;porque no saben besar.&lt;br /&gt;A mi me gustan las morenas&lt;br /&gt;porque de sus bocas salen besos&lt;br /&gt;que quitan las penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1594974866245114957?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1594974866245114957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1594974866245114957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1594974866245114957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cortar&lt;br /&gt;mi rosa aquel dia,&lt;br /&gt;pura apasionada&lt;br /&gt;de color sombria&lt;br /&gt;al par que los troncos&lt;br /&gt;dorados ardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca/Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3024297011351243534?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3024297011351243534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3024297011351243534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3024297011351243534'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que yo a ti no te hablo&lt;br /&gt;porque no terelaba valor&lt;br /&gt;pa' tomar esa murallita&lt;br /&gt;que tu madre levanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1287820645972781834?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1287820645972781834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1287820645972781834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1287820645972781834'/><link rel='self' 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que miro el sitio&lt;br /&gt;donde te he solido hablar,&lt;br /&gt;comienzan mis pobres ojos&lt;br /&gt;gotas de sangre a llorar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andalusian Poem from Lorca's 'In Search of Duende'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6579327029307639757?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6579327029307639757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6579327029307639757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6579327029307639757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6579327029307639757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_21.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-2251891868855610373</id><published>2012-01-20T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:00:04.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>When I pass by your door,&lt;br /&gt;I say a Hail Mary,&lt;br /&gt;as if you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-2251891868855610373?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2251891868855610373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=2251891868855610373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2251891868855610373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2251891868855610373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_20.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1433834680809054505</id><published>2012-01-19T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:00:11.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"If you have a **picado that is hard for you, you have to spend sixteen days doing it backwards; then, later when you do it forward, you will do it in your own way and much easier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco del Gastor/Guitarrista 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Flamenco guitar technique which uses the index and middle fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1433834680809054505?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1433834680809054505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1433834680809054505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1433834680809054505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1433834680809054505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_19.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3248101346126443142</id><published>2012-01-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:00:16.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>The fountains of Granada,&lt;br /&gt;have you ever heard,&lt;br /&gt;in the perfumed, starry night,&lt;br /&gt;anything more sorrowful than their sad moan?&lt;br /&gt;Everything rests, in idle enchantment&lt;br /&gt;in the fluid silver of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las fuentes de Granada,&lt;br /&gt;habeis sentido en la noche&lt;br /&gt;de estrellas perfumada&lt;br /&gt;algo mas doloroso que su triste gemido?&lt;br /&gt;Todo reposa en vago encantamiento&lt;br /&gt;en la plata fluida de la luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "El Alcazar de las Perlas" by Francisco Villaespesa/Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3248101346126443142?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3248101346126443142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3248101346126443142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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The girls to be married would put on frills, and lots of flowers and lace. Half of the choir would be unmarried girls, virgins...not like the ones today who take seven pills a week and are always "virgins." In the old days, they were real virgins, all beautiful, and in white dresses. On the other side stood the boys, who would invite the girls to dance. Before the wedding, the girl's virginity was tested by older women (from the groom's family) who checked to see that things were intact with a handkerchief wrapped around a finger. This was given to the bridegroom to keep. A wedding would go on for days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Solea/Cantaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4172799964069944391?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4172799964069944391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4172799964069944391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4172799964069944391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4172799964069944391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_17.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1346795571541856023</id><published>2012-01-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:00:04.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I am so filled with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;when I have you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;that even if I were to die,&lt;br /&gt;I would still go on craving you&lt;br /&gt;for a hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo el gusto tan colmado&lt;br /&gt;cuando te tengo a mi vera,&lt;br /&gt;que si me diera la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;cien años la apeteciera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1346795571541856023?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1346795571541856023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1346795571541856023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1346795571541856023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1346795571541856023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_16.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4042715615297542974</id><published>2012-01-15T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:00:09.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"You can't look for duende. If you try to find it, it will evade you and you won't find it even at the end of the world. You have to wait for it to come to you... when I find myself with duende, I am capable of taking on the world...my eyes shine. You notice the duende has arrived when you begin to sing slowly, relaxed, with deep emotion, with a glazed look and your mouth tasting of blood. For me, duende is the pure essence of flamenco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Moreno Maya "El Pele"/Cantaor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4042715615297542974?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4042715615297542974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4042715615297542974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4042715615297542974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4042715615297542974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_15.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-9110716987412460532</id><published>2012-01-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T06:00:14.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Gossiping tongues are saying&lt;br /&gt;that you do not love anyone,&lt;br /&gt;when I know in my bones that&lt;br /&gt;you are wasting away with&lt;br /&gt;desire for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas lenguas van diciendo&lt;br /&gt;que tu no camelas a nadie,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se por mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;tu andas perdiendo carnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-9110716987412460532?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9110716987412460532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=9110716987412460532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/9110716987412460532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/9110716987412460532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_14.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-206865878803942327</id><published>2012-01-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:00:08.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Miners must be lions&lt;br /&gt;since they're sent down in cages;&lt;br /&gt;they work among the rock&lt;br /&gt;and die buried by it,&lt;br /&gt;to give the rich man millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los mineros son leones&lt;br /&gt;que los bajan enjaulados,&lt;br /&gt;trabajan entre peñones&lt;br /&gt;y alli mueren sepultados&lt;br /&gt;dandole al rico milliones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineras/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-206865878803942327?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/206865878803942327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=206865878803942327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/206865878803942327'/><link 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momaita mia de mis entrañas&lt;br /&gt;levantara su cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y me viera como me veo&lt;br /&gt;se moriria de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinete/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8093276290363663339?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8093276290363663339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8093276290363663339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8093276290363663339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8093276290363663339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_12.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4215991619289572022</id><published>2012-01-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:00:18.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"When my grandfather sang at night, my grandmother would open her arms...how she danced with her arms! If a payo (non-gypsy man) appeared in the doorway, my grandfather would say. "'close the door, girl, for I don't want the payos seeing my wife and children dance.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Solea/Cantaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4215991619289572022?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4215991619289572022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4215991619289572022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4215991619289572022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4215991619289572022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_11.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4580038253937728495</id><published>2012-01-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:00:10.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Your love is like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;and mine like the stone&lt;br /&gt;that never moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu querer como el viento&lt;br /&gt;y el mio como la piedra&lt;br /&gt;que no tiene movimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea por Buleria/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4580038253937728495?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4580038253937728495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4580038253937728495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4580038253937728495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4580038253937728495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_10.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6332015097024163825</id><published>2012-01-09T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:00:01.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"So many young people come out playing and devour the guitar. It is frightening! What happens is they don't know when to slow down. They don't caress the guitar. The guitar is like a woman. You have to show her who is boss when she deserves it, but then you also have to say, 'how beautiful you are'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Habichuela/Guitarrista 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6332015097024163825?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6332015097024163825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6332015097024163825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6332015097024163825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6332015097024163825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_09.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4218011534247914597</id><published>2012-01-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T06:00:05.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>To console me, my friends say,&lt;br /&gt;visit your lover's tomb.&lt;br /&gt;Has she a tomb, I ask,&lt;br /&gt;other than in my breast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Sa'id/Arab-Andalusian Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4218011534247914597?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4218011534247914597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4218011534247914597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4218011534247914597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4218011534247914597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_08.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-596350543913154915</id><published>2012-01-07T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T06:00:01.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Much art, very little noise. Very little art, lots of noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho arte, poco ruido. Poco arte, mucho ruido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common saying, used very often by gypsies to critique flamenco artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-596350543913154915?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/596350543913154915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=596350543913154915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/596350543913154915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/596350543913154915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_07.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-9114358689393765046</id><published>2012-01-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:00:05.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Of course there are differences between the non-gypsy and gypsy dance. The gypsy is not as well prepared as the non-gypsy, has less schooling, which causes the dance to develop in the moment, more from intuition. It is more "salvaje" (wild, primitive, savage) and more influenced by temperament than by studied postures. That is not to say that one is better than the other, just that they are different. However, the dance that dominates today is non-gypsy, that of much preparation and study. If we gypsies, who are a privileged race, worried as much as they do, it would be horrible. We would lose that wildness that appeals so much to the true aficionado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curro Fernandez/Cantaor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-9114358689393765046?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9114358689393765046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=9114358689393765046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/9114358689393765046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/9114358689393765046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_06.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3285152563884577611</id><published>2012-01-05T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:00:15.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>For the man who is deeply in love,&lt;br /&gt;even at night in his bed&lt;br /&gt;love robs him of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al hombre que esta queriendo,&lt;br /&gt;hasta de noche en la cama&lt;br /&gt;el querer le quita el sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3285152563884577611?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3285152563884577611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3285152563884577611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3285152563884577611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3285152563884577611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_05.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3014689661460022934</id><published>2012-01-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:00:04.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Gypsies can smell you, and if they don't like your scent there is nothing you can do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Cabrero/Cantaor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3014689661460022934?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3014689661460022934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3014689661460022934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3014689661460022934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3014689661460022934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_04.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3766901434755523025</id><published>2012-01-03T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:00:13.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I don't want her to know,&lt;br /&gt;she who was once mine alone,&lt;br /&gt;that in my deep sighs for her,&lt;br /&gt;life is slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que se entere,&lt;br /&gt;quien solo era mia,&lt;br /&gt;que en mis profundos&lt;br /&gt;suspiros por ella&lt;br /&gt;se me va la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiriya/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3766901434755523025?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3766901434755523025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3766901434755523025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3766901434755523025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3766901434755523025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_03.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6731829268771431269</id><published>2012-01-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:00:08.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"I was born on La Calle Feria where everything was flamenco. There was Chacon, La Niña de los Peines, La Malena, Pastora Imperio...I can't begin to tell you. So in that barrio I cut my teeth on flamenco. I don't want to criticize, but these flamencologists who write this and that about flamenco today don't know anything." " When I was thirteen, I was a ragged little girl, thin and pretty ugly, although I was like a wild animal, a young colt. Then, later they began to tell me how well the flamenco dress suited me. How elegant it looked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuela Vargas/Bailaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6731829268771431269?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6731829268771431269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6731829268771431269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6731829268771431269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6731829268771431269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day_02.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7565869445892232588</id><published>2012-01-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T06:00:06.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>“I would just as easily play for Manuela Carrasco, the most flamenco &lt;br /&gt;artist in the world, as for a pop group.” "I think that to do flamenco, &lt;br /&gt;you don’t have to jump on a trampoline. You watch Manuela Carrasco &lt;br /&gt;dance... and that’s the flamenco I like, just like that. I dance por soleá, &lt;br /&gt;you accompany me and let’s go. Nowadays there are really complex, &lt;br /&gt;really heavily rehearsed shows, but everything’s a little more fictional.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Lo mismo me iba con Manuela Carrasco, la más flamenca del mundo, &lt;br /&gt;que con un grupo de pop.” "Yo creo que para hacer flamenco no hay &lt;br /&gt;que tirarse de un trampolín. A Manuela Carrasco la ves bailar... y ese&lt;br /&gt;es el flamenco que a mí me gusta, sin más. Bailo por soleá, tú me &lt;br /&gt;acompañas y pa’lante. Hoy en día hay obras muy complejas, muy&lt;br /&gt;ensayadísimas, pero es un poco más ficticio todo.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Rey/Guitarrista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7565869445892232588?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7565869445892232588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7565869445892232588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7565869445892232588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7565869445892232588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/01/flamenco-quote-of-day.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3822729162592333802</id><published>2011-12-31T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:00:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>You have such large eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as big as millstones,&lt;br /&gt;and they grind up hearts &lt;br /&gt;like so many grains of wheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes los ojitos grandes,&lt;br /&gt;como piedras de molino,&lt;br /&gt;y parten los corazones,&lt;br /&gt;como granitos de trigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3822729162592333802?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3822729162592333802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3822729162592333802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3822729162592333802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3822729162592333802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_31.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1491922177407836114</id><published>2011-12-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T06:00:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>You dress in red&lt;br /&gt;while I dress myself in black,&lt;br /&gt;thinking you have left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vistes de colorado&lt;br /&gt;y yo me visto de negro,&lt;br /&gt;pensando que me has dejado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tientos/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1491922177407836114?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1491922177407836114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1491922177407836114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1491922177407836114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1491922177407836114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_30.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1359162999872504448</id><published>2011-12-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:00:07.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>There is nothing left to see,&lt;br /&gt;because the little boat that &lt;br /&gt;was there has set sail and&lt;br /&gt;gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alli no hay naita que ver:&lt;br /&gt;porque un barquito que &lt;br /&gt;habia, tendio la vela y&lt;br /&gt;se fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1359162999872504448?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1359162999872504448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1359162999872504448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1359162999872504448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1359162999872504448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_29.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4506586687409329049</id><published>2011-12-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:00:10.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>...Palmas is a difficult skill which few master to perfection, and those who do not should best refrain from attempting it in serious flamenco. The gypsies are masters of this art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Thiel Cramer/Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4506586687409329049?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4506586687409329049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4506586687409329049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4506586687409329049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4506586687409329049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_28.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8703150347589932932</id><published>2011-12-27T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T06:00:06.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>There, still in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;in the small hollow she left,&lt;br /&gt;is the pin from her hair,&lt;br /&gt;and the little comb she used&lt;br /&gt;to hold it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia esta en mi cama&lt;br /&gt;el hoyito que dejo,&lt;br /&gt;la orquillita de su pelo,&lt;br /&gt;y el peine que la peino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;MatadoraFlamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8703150347589932932?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8703150347589932932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8703150347589932932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8703150347589932932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8703150347589932932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_27.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-5196657739394935513</id><published>2011-12-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T06:00:00.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"They lived all of this first-hand... They'd be in a forge, one of them&lt;br /&gt;with the hammer, the other working the metal, and the other... All of&lt;br /&gt;them with different rhythms and different ways of singing. When you&lt;br /&gt;hear a martinete in a theater, and you see one of them with a hammer,&lt;br /&gt;singing to himself, it has nothing to do with what would happen in a&lt;br /&gt;forge, with the bellows creating a rhythm, the hammer another, and so&lt;br /&gt;on. And I think that the same thing must happen in the country. And if&lt;br /&gt;you're at sea, the air gets inside you and makes you sing a certain&lt;br /&gt;way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esto como lo han vivido tan de cerca… es que estaban metidos en una&lt;br /&gt;fragua. Uno con el mazo, otro con el moldeador y el otro… todos con&lt;br /&gt;diferentes compases, todos con diferentes formas de cantar… cuando&lt;br /&gt;escuchas un martinete en un teatro y ves a uno con el martillo&lt;br /&gt;tocándose y cantándose, no tiene nada que ver cuando entras en una&lt;br /&gt;fragua y el del fuelle está haciendo un ritmo, el que moldea está&lt;br /&gt;haciendo otro y el base otro. Y me imagino que en el campo sería igual.&lt;br /&gt;Y si estás en la mar, el aire se te va impregnando dentro y eso te hace&lt;br /&gt;cantar de una manera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego Carrasco/Cantaor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;MatadoraFlamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-5196657739394935513?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5196657739394935513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=5196657739394935513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5196657739394935513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5196657739394935513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_26.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8134662481509873811</id><published>2011-12-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T06:00:08.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>James A. Michener writing about an incident that touched him deeply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thus the great fair of Sevilla continues, day after day. Toward dawn on the last night I stood at the entrance to the Aero Club as members of the nobility departed for the last time, and in the street stood an old man leading a donkey. He was not the kind who would own a caseta, nor a horse to ride in the daily procession, nor even a job in one of the carnivals. He was a rural peasant come in with his donkey to see the sights, and as he watched the ending of the fair he sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yo soy un anima infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;perdida en este mundo atormentado.&lt;br /&gt;I am a miserable spirit&lt;br /&gt;lost in this tormented world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he wandered off, singing to himself, the tents of the five circuses were coming down. The parking lot where the carnival trucks waited came back to life and electricians were disconnecting their wires from the multitude of little casetas which would soon vanish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8134662481509873811?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8134662481509873811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8134662481509873811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8134662481509873811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8134662481509873811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_25.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1438334876519992159</id><published>2011-12-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:00:13.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I want to live in Granada&lt;br /&gt;because I like to hear&lt;br /&gt;the bell of La Vela&lt;br /&gt;as I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir en Granada&lt;br /&gt;porque me gusta el oir&lt;br /&gt;la campana de La Vela&lt;br /&gt;cuando me voy a dormir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media Granaina/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1438334876519992159?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1438334876519992159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1438334876519992159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1438334876519992159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1438334876519992159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_24.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7771827205454882384</id><published>2011-12-23T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:00:16.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>The hour is late. The gitano's guitar stilled in the turning air. On the esquina a small band of shadows. He comes to them and together they wind through the narrow passageways of the Barrio Santa Cruz, carrying centuries in their blood, where home is nowhere, nowhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria Lewyn/Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7771827205454882384?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7771827205454882384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7771827205454882384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7771827205454882384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7771827205454882384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_23.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7475018384650777572</id><published>2011-12-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T06:00:13.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Federico Garcia Lorca writing on seguiriyas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...There are songs where the lyrical tremor reaches a point inaccessible to any but a few poets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon has a halo; my love has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerco tiene la luna; mi amor ha muerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more mystery in those two lines than in all the plays of Maeterlinck. Simple, real mystery, sound and healthy, without gloomy forests or rudderless ships. It is the living eternal enigma of death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon has a halo; my love has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Behind these poems lurks a terrible question that has no answer. Our people cross themselves in prayer, look at the stars, and wait in vain for a sign of salvation. The gesture is pathetic but true. And the poem either poses a deep emotional question with no answer, or solves it with death, which is the question of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;www.Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7475018384650777572?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7475018384650777572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7475018384650777572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7475018384650777572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7475018384650777572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_22.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1861571145580545287</id><published>2011-12-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T06:00:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Flamenco Puro ...must come from within, without conscious effort to make an impression; that the creative artist must sing, dance or play for himself, even with the audience around him; that he be completely committed to his art, deaf and blind to everything else; that he give of himself one hundred per cent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Thiel-Cramer/Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1861571145580545287?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1861571145580545287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1861571145580545287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1861571145580545287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1861571145580545287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_21.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-5878373951300088105</id><published>2011-12-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:00:18.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"To find Triana one has to search blindly on roads not of this earth, &lt;br /&gt;mazes woven with dreams, through lukewarm ashes of agonizing emotion...&lt;br /&gt;and all the while knowing that, we will probably still never find her. " &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"A Triana hay que buscarla a ciegas por caminos oníricos, laberintos &lt;br /&gt;trenzados de sueños, entre las tibias cenizas de un sentimiento &lt;br /&gt;agónico, sabiendo además que, a lo mejor, no la encontraremos nunca." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous Cantaor commenting on the cante of Triana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-5878373951300088105?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5878373951300088105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=5878373951300088105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5878373951300088105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5878373951300088105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_20.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4800503778916226819</id><published>2011-12-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:00:20.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>In a green meadow I laid out&lt;br /&gt;my handkerchief and three&lt;br /&gt;roses appeared like three&lt;br /&gt;evening stars. &lt;br /&gt;The wedding is complete.&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful wedding!&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed such a pretty star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un pradito verde tendi&lt;br /&gt;mi pañuelo...&lt;br /&gt;me salieron tres rosas&lt;br /&gt;como tres luceros.&lt;br /&gt;Se logro la boda...&lt;br /&gt;que boda tan bella&lt;br /&gt;que Un Dibe bendijo&lt;br /&gt;a tan bonita estrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alborea/Traditonal Gypsy Wedding Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4800503778916226819?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4800503778916226819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4800503778916226819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4800503778916226819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4800503778916226819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_19.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6122404560621850334</id><published>2011-12-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T06:00:06.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the rustles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers. Shipwrecked in a field of air, she must measure lines, silences, zigzags and rapid curves, with a sixth sense of aroma and geometry, without ever mistaking her terrain. In this she resembles the torero, whose heart must keep to the neck of the bull. Both of them face the same danger--he, death; and she, darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca/Poet from In Praise of Antonia Merce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6122404560621850334?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6122404560621850334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6122404560621850334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6122404560621850334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Malena tenia un puestesillo&lt;br /&gt;que vendia sus pipas, pa' los&lt;br /&gt;chiquillos.&lt;br /&gt;Malena mia, Malena mia,&lt;br /&gt;date una vueltesita por buleria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6418357198835705378?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6418357198835705378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6418357198835705378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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discipline.&lt;br /&gt;All one knows is that it burns the blood like powdered glass,&lt;br /&gt;that it exhausts, that it rejects all the sweet geometry one has&lt;br /&gt;learned, that it breaks with all styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca, Flamenco Poet&lt;br /&gt;From Theory and Function of the Duende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ADDRESS: WWW.MATADORAFLAMENCA.COM&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4872508254974069012?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4872508254974069012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4872508254974069012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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woman he loved slit&lt;br /&gt;Curro Pablas' stomach and took her back, &lt;br /&gt;Pablas lived long enough to sing this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;oh, God! Little companion of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;don't let me die so alone;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al cementario me voy,&lt;br /&gt;por dios! Companerita de mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes morir tan solito;&lt;br /&gt;quiero morir a tu vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiriyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ADDRESS: WWW.MATADORAFLAMENCA.COM&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3594919405950428117?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3594919405950428117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3594919405950428117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3594919405950428117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3594919405950428117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_15.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3694440253502370329</id><published>2011-12-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:00:20.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Because in this story of flamenco everything is 'me, me, me,' and if there's any room left, it's 'me', too, you know what I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque en esta historia, sobre todo en el flamenco, todo es "yo, y yo y yo", y si sobra un trocito en el cartel pues también yo... Ya sabes lo que te digo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier Latorre/Bailaor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ADDRESS: WWW.MATADORAFLAMENCA.COM&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3694440253502370329?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3694440253502370329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3694440253502370329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3694440253502370329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3694440253502370329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_14.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4824245757365623649</id><published>2011-12-13T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:00:22.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>The Flamenco always comes at the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;after you have given up all your forces&lt;br /&gt;It comes like a wounded, galloping horse&lt;br /&gt;Whose rider was lost in battle&lt;br /&gt;Sweating dark, bright stars&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It comes like the desperate fingers&lt;br /&gt;That dig into the body of the other&lt;br /&gt;In the  wounded moment of love's summit&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It comes like a Hemorrhage of blood&lt;br /&gt;And gray wind at the top of the trees&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It comes to devour the soul&lt;br /&gt;in the rain that weeps over the world&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It comes from the dark matter&lt;br /&gt;That dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because It does not come to ask&lt;br /&gt;Only to respond&lt;br /&gt;And to lose oneself forever&lt;br /&gt;Amid the screams of the crows in the wind&lt;br /&gt;On the plain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And from your own nothingness&lt;br /&gt;It is only the knife and not the wound&lt;br /&gt;It is only the knife and not the blood&lt;br /&gt;It is the Brightness of the blade&lt;br /&gt;And not the Iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Flamenco siempre llega al final de la noche&lt;br /&gt;Cuando abandonaste todo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El llega como un caballo galopante y herido&lt;br /&gt;Que perdio a su jinete en la batalla&lt;br /&gt;Oscuro y brillante de la traspiracion de las estrellas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El viene como dedos desesperados&lt;br /&gt;Clavandose en el cuerpo del otro&lt;br /&gt;En el momento de la cumbre del amor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El viene como hemorragia&lt;br /&gt;Y viento gris en la cupula de los arboles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El Viene a devorar el alma&lt;br /&gt;En la lluvia que llora el mundo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El viene de la corriente&lt;br /&gt;Oscura material&lt;br /&gt;Que de el estan hechos los suenos&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que el no ha venido a preguntar&lt;br /&gt;Que vino solo para responder&lt;br /&gt;Que viene a perderte para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Entre los gritos de los cuervos en el viento&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el llano&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dentro de lo que no hay en tu mismo&lt;br /&gt;El es solo el cuchillo y no la herida&lt;br /&gt;El es solo el cuchillo y no la sangre&lt;br /&gt;El es la brillante punta del filo&lt;br /&gt;Y no el hierro&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shem Shemy; Director of the film "Por El Flamenco"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ruthfilms.com/por-el-flamenco.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Web Address: www.MATADORAFLAMENCA.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4824245757365623649?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4824245757365623649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4824245757365623649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4824245757365623649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4824245757365623649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_13.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-7135104164425716189</id><published>2011-12-12T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:00:08.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Sometime, if only out of pity,&lt;br /&gt;write to me sometime,&lt;br /&gt;for my heart is so withered&lt;br /&gt;with suffering that it can no&lt;br /&gt;longer even feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;siquiera por compasion&lt;br /&gt;escribeme alguna vez,&lt;br /&gt;que yo tengo el corazon&lt;br /&gt;marchito de padecer&lt;br /&gt;que ya no siente ni el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malagueña/La Trini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ADDRESS:WWW.MATADORAFLAMENCA.COM&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7135104164425716189?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7135104164425716189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7135104164425716189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7135104164425716189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7135104164425716189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_12.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6138579133166009084</id><published>2011-12-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:00:04.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>George Borrow, writing in the nineteenth century on the history of gypsies in Spain draws this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gypsy women and girls were the principal attractions to these visitors. There can be no doubt...that they are capable of exciting passion of the most ardent description, particularly in the bosoms of those who are not of their race. No females in the world can be more licentious in word and gesture, in dance and song, than the gitanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ADDRESS: www.matadoraflamenca.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6138579133166009084?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6138579133166009084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6138579133166009084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6138579133166009084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Mutamid/Poet-King of Sevilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7383334118799784625?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7383334118799784625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7383334118799784625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7383334118799784625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7383334118799784625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_10.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-69466990573176202</id><published>2011-12-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:00:05.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>What kind of bird is that singing&lt;br /&gt;in the olive tree?&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell it to hush...&lt;br /&gt;its singing hurts me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pajaro sera aquel que&lt;br /&gt;canta en la verde oliva?&lt;br /&gt;Corre y dile que se calle...&lt;br /&gt;que su cante me lastima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tientos/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-69466990573176202?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/69466990573176202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=69466990573176202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/69466990573176202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/69466990573176202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_09.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6310147012434300082</id><published>2011-12-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:00:08.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"An art that turns its guts inside out and refuses to hide behind the mask of beauty...that is the real flamenco. Clearly this is not some superficial form of entertainment. Flamenco does not please, it is inherently not pleasing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claus Schreiner/Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6310147012434300082?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6310147012434300082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6310147012434300082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6310147012434300082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgen de la Macarena&lt;br /&gt;reflejo de luna clara&lt;br /&gt;da en tu carita morena.&lt;br /&gt;No hay cara como tu cara,&lt;br /&gt;ni pena como tu pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saeta/Traditionally sung to the Virgin Mary and Crucified Christ during Holy Week in Sevilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6946379306888938837?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6946379306888938837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6946379306888938837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6946379306888938837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6946379306888938837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_07.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4254499202948282126</id><published>2011-12-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:00:09.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Just as the forge becomes&lt;br /&gt;a flame of gold,&lt;br /&gt;So do my insides&lt;br /&gt;when I remember you,&lt;br /&gt;and I weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi, como esta la fragua&lt;br /&gt;echa candela de oro,&lt;br /&gt;se me ponen las entrañas&lt;br /&gt;cuando te recuerdo, y lloro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinete/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadora@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4254499202948282126?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4254499202948282126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4254499202948282126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dancer battles the air around her, air that threatens at any moment to destroy her harmony or to open huge empty spaces where her rhythm will be annihilated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca/Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6671950597660335587?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6671950597660335587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6671950597660335587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6671950597660335587'/><link rel='self' 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In the cuadro there was Lole Montoya, Farruquito, Manuela, and myself. Farruco always used to come and watch the cuadro and he would define us, saying that she was more a heelwork dancer, and I was more arms. Although we both dance with temperament, her way of dancing is completely different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concha Vargas/Bailaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3586856754002845572?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3586856754002845572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3586856754002845572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3586856754002845572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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paro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-7141464287170719708?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7141464287170719708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=7141464287170719708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7141464287170719708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/7141464287170719708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_03.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-912635738340032812</id><published>2011-12-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:00:04.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>These songs, to be born, must come from the singer&lt;br /&gt;after fighting his own voice and falling into an ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;of inwardness that will draw everyone around him&lt;br /&gt;into a vortex of feeling, wrapped round by that voice,&lt;br /&gt;a guitar, and the sound of naked palms beating, and surging&lt;br /&gt;down the dark line that runs from nothingness to nothingness&lt;br /&gt;through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix Grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-912635738340032812?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/912635738340032812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=912635738340032812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/912635738340032812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/912635738340032812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/12/flamenco-quote-of-day_02.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8262389898164343598</id><published>2011-12-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:00:20.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Even after death I am &lt;br /&gt;bound to keep on loving you.&lt;br /&gt;For a man loves too, when dead.&lt;br /&gt;I love you from my soul, and&lt;br /&gt;the soul never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta despues de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;te tengo que estar queriendo,&lt;br /&gt;que muerto tambien se quiere.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero con el alma,&lt;br /&gt;y el alma nunca se muere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandangos/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8262389898164343598?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8262389898164343598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8262389898164343598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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against me,&lt;br /&gt;a deep shudder runs through my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando paso por tu vera&lt;br /&gt;y me roza tu vestido,&lt;br /&gt;hasta los huesos me tiemblan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea por Bulerias/ Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3571042028941938062?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3571042028941938062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3571042028941938062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3571042028941938062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3571042028941938062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_30.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6526564713315809236</id><published>2011-11-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:00:10.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>The figure of the cantaor lies between two great lines:&lt;br /&gt;the great arc of the heavens on the outside and the&lt;br /&gt;zigzag of the serpent in his soul on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca/Flamenco Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@aol.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6526564713315809236?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6526564713315809236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6526564713315809236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6526564713315809236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;cuando entras en tu jardin,&lt;br /&gt;porque las flores quisieran&lt;br /&gt;todas parecerse a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8202294325668783324?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8202294325668783324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8202294325668783324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8202294325668783324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8202294325668783324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_28.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-28679358862084003</id><published>2011-11-27T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T06:00:02.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Of the guitar players of today I really like, for the respect that he shows towards flamenco: Martín Revuelo, of the good guitar playing. In the baile (dance) area, Carmelilla Montoya, daughter of Carmen Montoya, who is a magnificent bailaora, but who hasn't danced for a long time now. It is a crime for this woman to be treated as an outcast, when she is such a great professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco Lira/Owner, La Carboneria, Sevilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-28679358862084003?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/28679358862084003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=28679358862084003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/28679358862084003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/28679358862084003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_27.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-6152725030310940726</id><published>2011-11-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:00:08.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I went out to the fields to cry&lt;br /&gt;like a mad man screaming,&lt;br /&gt;and even the wind kept telling&lt;br /&gt;me that you loved someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al campo me fui a llorar&lt;br /&gt;dando voces como un loco,&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el aire me decia&lt;br /&gt;que tu querias a otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6152725030310940726?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6152725030310940726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6152725030310940726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6152725030310940726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6152725030310940726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_26.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1709869984619531418</id><published>2011-11-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T06:00:08.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Me, do what you tell me to do? For twenty minutes? No, no I can't. This is not how it is done, daughter. You do it! These people nowadays spend their lives in the rehearsal studio, all of them, Canales, Cortés, Sara Baras, they’re all prefabricated! I get up there on stage and “here I am folks!”  No one does that any more nowadays, and on top of everything, they don’t give you an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Voy a hacer lo que tú me digas? ¿veinte minutos?...no, no puedo, esto no es así hija mía…¡hazlo tú!...se tiráis la vida ensayando, todos los que hay hoy, Canales, Cortés, Sara Baras ¡todos viven del ensayo! Yo me pongo allí arriba y venga, a dar la cara y a improvisar, a ver quién hace eso hoy en día, y encima no te quieren dar paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Cañeta de Malaga/Flamenco Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1709869984619531418?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1709869984619531418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1709869984619531418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1709869984619531418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1709869984619531418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_25.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8791464707742581440</id><published>2011-11-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:00:13.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>One day I went to the asylum;&lt;br /&gt;it weighs heavily on me. &lt;br /&gt;In the patio I saw a madwoman&lt;br /&gt;giving her breast to suckle&lt;br /&gt;a rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo entre un dia en el manicomio&lt;br /&gt;me peso haberlo hecho;&lt;br /&gt;yo vi una loca en el patio,&lt;br /&gt;se sacaba y daba el pecho&lt;br /&gt;a una muneca de trapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandango Grande/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8791464707742581440?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8791464707742581440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8791464707742581440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8791464707742581440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8791464707742581440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_24.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4910719164529329013</id><published>2011-11-23T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:00:00.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>If you’re going to play soleá or siguiriya with the sound of minera, look, I think that’s senseless, soleá is soleá, and siguiriya is siguiriya, and each form should sound distinctive, tientos should sound like tientos, tangos, bulerías, etc... I understand it’s very difficult to change the tuning, and they do it to show off to other guitarists, but often the most difficult thing is to find meaningful simplicity, to be able to communicate something with just two notes instead of twenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco Cepero/Flamenco Guitarist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4910719164529329013?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4910719164529329013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4910719164529329013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4910719164529329013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4910719164529329013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_23.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-613141189674782826</id><published>2011-11-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:00:13.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Farewell Oh beautiful girl, Oh&lt;br /&gt;scented rose. You&lt;br /&gt;will go towards love and I will go toward death.&lt;br /&gt;The blood in my heart flourishes&lt;br /&gt;like an open spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca/Flamenco Poet&lt;br /&gt;from "A Ballad on a Day in July"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-613141189674782826?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/613141189674782826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=613141189674782826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/613141189674782826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/613141189674782826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_22.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1672855935273805430</id><published>2011-11-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:37:47.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>When I loved you most&lt;br /&gt;I had to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo mas te queria,&lt;br /&gt;me preciso el olvidarte,&lt;br /&gt;porque si no me moria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1672855935273805430?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1672855935273805430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1672855935273805430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1672855935273805430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1672855935273805430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_21.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-179152198028240354</id><published>2011-11-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T06:00:02.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Invisible to my eyes, thou art ever present to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thy happiness I desire to be infinite, as are my sighs, my tears, and my sleepless nights!&lt;br /&gt;Impatient of the bridle when other women seek to guide me, thou makest me submissive to thy lightest wishes.&lt;br /&gt;My desire each moment is to be at thy side - speedily may it be fulfilled!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! my heart's darling, think of me, and forget me not, however long my absence!&lt;br /&gt;Dearest of names! I have written it, I have now traced that delicious word – I'timad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Mu'tamid/Poet King of Sevilla (this poem was dedicated to his wife, I'timad, a slave whose freedom he purchased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-179152198028240354?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/179152198028240354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=179152198028240354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/179152198028240354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/179152198028240354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_20.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8424419086769153147</id><published>2011-11-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T06:00:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>My betrothed is a watchmaker.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he comes to see me&lt;br /&gt;the minute hand stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi novio relojero.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que viene a verme&lt;br /&gt;se le para el minutero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8424419086769153147?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8424419086769153147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8424419086769153147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8424419086769153147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8424419086769153147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_19.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4446153841494802344</id><published>2011-11-18T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:00:02.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Through the expression of anguished sensuality&lt;br /&gt;vibrates the sorrow of the Semitic races, oppressed&lt;br /&gt;and tortured, constrained into hiding their sentiments,&lt;br /&gt;obliged to express nothing but love. In these songs of&lt;br /&gt;love that we hear, so passionate and sensual, we&lt;br /&gt;perceive without realizing it, the plaint of these oppressed&lt;br /&gt;races who do not remember precisely the reason for their cry,&lt;br /&gt;but do remember their sadness and their lamentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Cansinos Assens&lt;br /&gt;La Copla Andaluza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4446153841494802344?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4446153841494802344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4446153841494802344' title='0 Comments'/><link 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come back to you,&lt;br /&gt;for I am no longer the man I once was.&lt;br /&gt;If time could be turned around&lt;br /&gt;I would already have gone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me llames a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;si ya no valgo lo que valia.&lt;br /&gt;Si el tiempo admitiera vuelta,&lt;br /&gt;que ya pasito pa' atras daria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6915866648947787464?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6915866648947787464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6915866648947787464' title='0 Comments'/><link 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it should&lt;br /&gt;be stabbed in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;for my insides ache from being&lt;br /&gt;so good to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala puñalada le den&lt;br /&gt;a to' que diera motivo,&lt;br /&gt;que me duelen las entrañas&lt;br /&gt;de hacerlo bien contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6129484776107913253?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6129484776107913253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6129484776107913253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mistake and they give you nothing&lt;br /&gt;to take hold of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Amaya/Bailaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-9121316884402838135?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9121316884402838135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=9121316884402838135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/9121316884402838135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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quien ha muerto&lt;br /&gt;porque a ti te lo dira &lt;br /&gt;tu mismo remordimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe------/Traditional, attributed to the Sephardic Jews during the Inquisition. Gypsy superstition surrounding this form prevents the name of the form from being written or spoken out loud. It is said to bring death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3303168219028589339?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3303168219028589339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3303168219028589339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3303168219028589339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3303168219028589339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_14.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-5704459719561538738</id><published>2011-11-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:00:09.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>“In dancing, not only the dance is important, it’s also a look, a move of the head, the way you pick up your skirt, the way you raise your arms at just the right moment, how you remain still or move your feet when the time is right. It’s not something I searched for, it was already inside me. I think I know how to do it in the right places. What can I tell you about my strong points? I think my feet are strong, and my arms, because I never forget them. I try never to destructure the line”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuela Carrasco/Bailaora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-5704459719561538738?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5704459719561538738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=5704459719561538738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5704459719561538738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5704459719561538738'/><link 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Poet-King of Sevilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3734831629384572112?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3734831629384572112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3734831629384572112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3734831629384572112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3734831629384572112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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conoci&lt;br /&gt;con tu cara tan gitana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granaina/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8222809486505212076?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8222809486505212076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8222809486505212076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8222809486505212076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8222809486505212076'/><link 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arrastrando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copla Andaluza/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.Sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3130328588929451194?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3130328588929451194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3130328588929451194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3130328588929451194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3130328588929451194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-6101263822286869730?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6101263822286869730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=6101263822286869730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6101263822286869730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/6101263822286869730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_09.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1726002654376868887</id><published>2011-11-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:00:12.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Though I have a well in my house,&lt;br /&gt;I am dying of thirst&lt;br /&gt;because the rope is not&lt;br /&gt;long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo yo un pozo en mi casa,&lt;br /&gt;y yo me muero de sed&lt;br /&gt;porque la soga no alcanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tientos/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;Matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1726002654376868887?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1726002654376868887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1726002654376868887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1726002654376868887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/1726002654376868887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_08.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4384249748576506648</id><published>2011-11-07T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:00:00.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, Moron guitar isn't a style of playing, but a way of touching the strings, depending heavily on the base strings, and free of advanced technique. The thing is, there are people who think I've got a lot of nerve to say such a thing. But now that Paco de Lucía has also said it, maybe things will change, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Mendez/Guitarrista 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4384249748576506648?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4384249748576506648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4384249748576506648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4384249748576506648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4384249748576506648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_07.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4299029292150225898</id><published>2011-11-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:00:10.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>In the caves at dawn, when the singer is hoarse&lt;br /&gt;and the room is cold, when the wine is crusted&lt;br /&gt;on the glasses and the eyelids close in exhaustion;&lt;br /&gt;that is the time when the singer and the voice and&lt;br /&gt;the song may find their moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attributed to Molina/Cantaor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4299029292150225898?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4299029292150225898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4299029292150225898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4299029292150225898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4299029292150225898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_06.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-2439678462685814010</id><published>2011-11-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T06:00:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>If I know some twenty distinct definitions of flamenco,&lt;br /&gt;it is because I have asked that many aficionados to&lt;br /&gt;express the meaning of the art they love. I could have&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed thirty definitions if I had bothered to ask ten others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Haas/Photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-2439678462685814010?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2439678462685814010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=2439678462685814010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2439678462685814010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2439678462685814010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_05.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-2970329857113978429</id><published>2011-11-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:00:08.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Just like the Jews,&lt;br /&gt;though they burn me alive,&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny what I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como los judios,&lt;br /&gt;aunque las carnes me quemen,&lt;br /&gt;no reniego de lo que he sido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea/Traditional &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-2970329857113978429?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2970329857113978429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=2970329857113978429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2970329857113978429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2970329857113978429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_04.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4426947617344544058</id><published>2011-11-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:00:23.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"I don't know if it's because I was lucky enough to have been born&lt;br /&gt; with maestro Farruco's genes, but I don't like anyone dancing. And&lt;br /&gt; it's something I've been wanting to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farruquito/Bailaor 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4426947617344544058?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4426947617344544058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4426947617344544058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4426947617344544058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4426947617344544058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_03.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-2908496597636063651</id><published>2011-11-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:00:12.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"We should always recognize that the beauty of Spain is not serene,&lt;br /&gt;is not soft, not restful--it is ardent, burning, excessive, &lt;br /&gt;sometimes unpredictable; a beauty which, blinded by its own splendor&lt;br /&gt;'knocks its head against the wall'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-2908496597636063651?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2908496597636063651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=2908496597636063651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2908496597636063651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/2908496597636063651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day_02.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8238951471533889283</id><published>2011-11-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:00:02.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>The sheep were white and small&lt;br /&gt;and the meadow green;&lt;br /&gt;the little shepherd who watches over them,&lt;br /&gt;mother, is dying of heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ovejitas eran blancas&lt;br /&gt;y el pradito verde;&lt;br /&gt;el pastorcito, madre, que las guarda&lt;br /&gt;de ducas se muere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguiriyas/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8238951471533889283?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8238951471533889283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8238951471533889283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8238951471533889283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8238951471533889283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/11/flamenco-quote-of-day.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-4961722349696690980</id><published>2011-10-31T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:00:20.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>What memories have you of Seville in the thirties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Triana and the Alameda made a point of being different: the people from Triana were always very proud and seldom came to "Seville"; if you wanted to hear them you had to cross the river, and they also made a big thing about not ever catering to the 'señoritos', although that was only in the beginning, and later on everything changed. The Alameda was something else. Outsiders always congregated there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Chocolate/Cantaor 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4961722349696690980?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4961722349696690980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4961722349696690980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4961722349696690980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4961722349696690980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco-quote-of-day_31.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3039067257375541523</id><published>2011-10-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:00:00.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I'm throwing stones in the street,&lt;br /&gt;and if they hit someone,&lt;br /&gt;forgive me. It's just that I'm going&lt;br /&gt;crazy from all this thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando piedras por las calles&lt;br /&gt;y a quien de, que lo perdone.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo mi cabecita loca&lt;br /&gt;de puras cavilaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3039067257375541523?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3039067257375541523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3039067257375541523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3039067257375541523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3039067257375541523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco-quote-of-day_30.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-3542210747912186561</id><published>2011-10-29T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T06:00:07.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Your sons, Juan and Antonio Carmona, lead Ketama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What my sons do has nothing to do with flamenco. They play flamenco at home, not on stage. The music they perform is what they do for a living. They don't play flamenco on stage, they do a fusion of music from South America and rumba: rumba isn't flamenco either, flamenco is something different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Habichuela, Guitarrista/1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-3542210747912186561?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3542210747912186561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=3542210747912186561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3542210747912186561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/3542210747912186561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco-quote-of-day_29.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-5362304350740954211</id><published>2011-10-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T06:00:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>How sad for the man who eats&lt;br /&gt;His Bread out of another man's hand,&lt;br /&gt;Always having to check the face&lt;br /&gt;To see if it approves or disapproves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desgrasiado de aquel que vive y&lt;br /&gt;come pan de mano ajena.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre mirando a la cara,&lt;br /&gt;si la pone mala o buena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinete/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-5362304350740954211?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5362304350740954211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=5362304350740954211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5362304350740954211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/5362304350740954211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco-quote-of-day_28.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8419362447183971718</id><published>2011-10-27T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T06:00:07.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I am still not very flexible with respect to flamenco. Lola Flores, for instance; every time she released a record, it was brought to my place so that we would know about it, and we never played it, no sir. I never considered Lola as a good cantaora or a good bailaora; she was a very temperamental and very Andalusian woman, no doubt about it, but there is a great difference between that and flamenco. Well you can imagine that if I didn't stand up with Lola, how am I going to stand up with all the bullshit that the administration of today wants to sell to us as being flamenco, you understand? I am not a very tolerant person regarding Flamenco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco Lira/Owner of La Carboneria in Sevilla (long before it became just another tourist attraction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8419362447183971718?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8419362447183971718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8419362447183971718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8419362447183971718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8419362447183971718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco-quote-of-day_27.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-8566203169809968588</id><published>2011-10-26T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:00:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I would like to die&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you would dress&lt;br /&gt;In black for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me quisiera morir&lt;br /&gt;a ver si tu te ponias&lt;br /&gt;negro lutito por mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solea por Buleria/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8566203169809968588?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8566203169809968588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8566203169809968588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8566203169809968588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8566203169809968588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/10/flamenco-quote-of-day_26.html' title='Flamenco Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Matadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963814206976773672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602315734177609388.post-1915516197060221242</id><published>2011-10-25T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T06:00:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamenco Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Oh! Beautiful Cuban woman,&lt;br /&gt;I have a house in Havana&lt;br /&gt;saved just for you,&lt;br /&gt;with a ceiling of ivory&lt;br /&gt;and a raised floor&lt;br /&gt;for you, my little white dove,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing you a lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Hermosisima Cubana,&lt;br /&gt;tengo una casa en La Habana&lt;br /&gt;reservada para ti&lt;br /&gt;con el techo de marfil&lt;br /&gt;y el piso de plataforma&lt;br /&gt;para ti, blanca paloma,&lt;br /&gt;llevo la flor de lis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guajiras/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-1915516197060221242?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1915516197060221242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=1915516197060221242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;after you've actually been there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich Heine to Theophile Gauthier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-4429679658131768566?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4429679658131768566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=4429679658131768566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/4429679658131768566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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que&lt;br /&gt;Muerden con la boca cerrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulerias/Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sakaiflamenco.com&lt;br /&gt;matadoraflamenca@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/602315734177609388-8278163352777680313?l=flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamencoquoteoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8278163352777680313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=602315734177609388&amp;postID=8278163352777680313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8278163352777680313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/602315734177609388/posts/default/8278163352777680313'/><link 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