1 March 2011. Skies clear, moving to gray?
La Noche del Peludero. José Larralde's song... Caminito tierra y yuyo...
This morning, sitting in chair by bookshelf, singing, the Russians to my left, China on the shelf behind, Argentina just alongside, almost within reach--Lucio Mansilla, Una Excursion, Siete Platos de Arroz con Leche, Lugones, Fray Mocho...from Buenos Aires, years ago--in the bookstore Ateneo (Santa Fe 1860)...
An old zamba-- Blanco y Azul, and a question of whose voice. (Blanco y azul, era el vestido, con que pasar te vi...) "Dame tu pañuelito, mi vida, yo te lo lavaré...con lágrimas de mis ojos..." The man's voice? At that moment, Genevieva comes in, quietly, through front door, Hoover in hand, and pauses, on my request, to help with a key word... A question of whose voice... and the meaning of "...sequito te lo daré..."
"I will wash it for you, your little handkerchief, and when it's dry, give it back to you..."
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