Last night I lived Flamenco singing (29 Jan 10)

Last night I lived Flamenco singing.
In a dark club full of people,
All eyes in silence fixed on a small stage
Lit with dim red and blue shades
And a white spotlight on the singer’s young thin long face.

The other musicians stood still:
No accompaniment for this Spanish Gypsies’ song
The song that wept and throbbed and thrashed
With cries from afar, with cries from within
All emotions raw, untamed, unleashed

My heart swelled with emotions and tears,
Tears of pain, of love and joy,
Even not knowing the Spanish song’s meaning
I felt so sharply alive…
Last night I lived Flamenco singing

Such moments don’t announce their coming, nor do they last.
Like the waves at a rocky seashore, they occasionally swell and rise
Above all other emotions, leaving all else behind,
For a few rebellious moments of happiness they splash high …
Then they recede, and return to a monotonous grind.

There is neither hope nor reason
In wishing for these moments to last
Like life itself, they come into being to die
And that gives them their meaning…
But only for those who stay behind.