“Si no viere yo en vosotros que los hechos responden a las palabras juzgaré no que me aconsejáis, sino que me engañáis”.
Marcvs Marvlvs
Jazz desde la casa natala de Marko Marulic
“Si no viere yo en vosotros que los hechos responden a las palabras juzgaré no que me aconsejáis, sino que me engañáis”.
Marcvs Marvlvs
A Marcvs Marvlvs
Si alguien supiera lo que yo di por sabido
No diría nada del porqué hoy ya no lo sé,
Porque cuando uno cree ver el amanecer
Vislumbra sólo el buen presagio del camino.
Yo, que vengo de tantas –y esas- vidas tristes,
Ay de las veces que no supe hacérmelas feliz.
Ahora que soñamos con las mismas piedras
Y nacen mis versos donde ayer caía tu tinta.
Vos seguís escribiendo insaciable en las pinturas
Con mi pluma persiguiéndote en otra cual latina.
Yo, que vengo de tantas –y esas- vidas tristes,
Soy en casa al portear el umbral de la lágrima.
Split, Kuća Marka Marulića
Marvlvs Library Jazz Bar
It is not the night, is not the day, while sunrise is coming, Jazz is called Coltrane…
A musician friend was asking me what it takes to write a novel and how that is possible to organize so in your head. While we were talking we were listening to this album and I replied to him “how is this possible to create?”
This evening I am in the mood of this, whisky on hand, and a poetry book on the table waiting for my eyes…
Today the mood, to me, is very Chet Baker, who follows me?
Being very young and exploring book stores in Buenos Aires there was one always playing jazz. I asked the owner about it and it was the very first time that I heard the name of Coltrane. Another thing I have to thank to the literature.
Good morning everyone. Here I am on the road again and my choise for today is our very good friend Bill Evans and his friends…