28 February 2011. Mid-day already. Up till late--Blanco y Azul, a
zamba in the old way, sung by a woman with beautiful even-toned alto
voice--untrained, a bit weavery, but very sure. Una voz del campo...
Her cadence also in the old style--unembellished, each accent
corresponding to a beat of the heart. Like walking, in the classical
way--a promenade--you hear something of bel canto here--a
procession--but also the gait of a horse. Un sordo, leading with the
left... Alazán...
The song. Something understood by a rider (and it was on horseback,
uniquely, that one could traverse the pampa)...or by someone whom the
horseman might love...
* * *
Jinete--an ancient word, from the Moors. From the Berbers, originally,
riders of another kind...
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