Performed by Los Tocadores Composed by Francisco de Paula Aguirre (October 20, 1875 – 1939).
De limpidos blasones tu fuiste la rosa románticos galanes dijeron ayer que trigueña tan linda que vi al salir de la misa de diez.
Mirándote bajabas la frente de nácar, y candida esqivavan tus ojos la luz encendiendo fugaz el rubor en las blondas del velo andaluz.
Dama antañona gentil el honor fué tu escudo supo en sus galas unir el amor y el hogar, noches de luna escuchó al balcón serenatas y de rendido galan aceptó las ternezas bailando un vals.
Lindísimas muchachas del tiempo de ahora de púrpura los labios, los ojos carbón, falda corta, mejillas carmín, desenvueltas con aire de sport.
Histéricas miradas que al hombre provocan, y lúbricos esguinces que impone el fox-trot; sin embargo su ser lleva en si inocencia, virtud y candor.
Loca de dicha puéril inventó raro traje: quiso en dancing lucir el disfraz del ayer largas enaguas vistió y, al prender la mantilla, la caraqueña probo ser eterna, como antes, mujer y flor. ..............................................................................................................................
A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Los Tocadores! IsDePanInMe, I really appreciate your selection of photos. They capture the enjoyment of the dance, especially the photo which makes its appearance at 2:08. I love how they are looking at each other. So beautiful!
"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation Blessed be my beautiful people Blessed be the day of our awakening Blessed is my country Blessed are her patient hills.
BLACK CAKE AND SORREL By Shaun Noel and Da Spirits TO PURCHASE CD ..............................................................................................................................
A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Da Spirits! This is home music! I don't whether to cry or to dance. Well I done start crying anyway as soon as I saw the black cakes in the Danish butter cookies pans at position 1:32 in the video above. Whoever made this video, you couldn't have known but that was one piece of wickedness you did there.
Mama, Mama, Mama!! Where are you? Remember how you used to eagerly save those tins to use for baking Christmas black cake? You always seemed to be waiting for us to finish off the cookies so you could get the tin. I see your hands lining the tins with wax paper. I see you pouring the batter and then using the cocoyea stick to test if the baking was done and then after they cooled, you would carefully pour more sherry over the tops of the cakes and close the lids with a look of triumph on your face. "Black cake done! What's next?"
I love you Mama, I love you too bad!
"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation Blessed be my beautiful people Blessed be the day of our awakening Blessed is my country Blessed are her patient hills.
Lord, Please walk beside me through this day. Clear the heavy air with the lightness of Your Presence. Guide my hands and steady my heart that I may give comfort when I cannot give hope, that I may give relief when I do not have a cure, and that I may radiate Your healing peace when the limits of science, time, and the human body overwhelm us all. Amen
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Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio, cóntra nequítiam et insídias diáboli ésto præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus, súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos, qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde. Ámen