THE BLACK MARIA Ricardo RodÃguez - Argentina
The house of women, re-open a window to let it poke the Black Maria, in the arms of his mother. Sad and true story of a life project that never was. Homero Manzi's has beautiful poetry in this Milonga-Candombe, scored by Lucio Demare.
For me, the most beautiful version of the "window" Susana Rinaldi.
On the Tango Club , Angel Yonadi, said in a vision of blackness, "This dance hall was written by Manzi in 1941, and born a fact of life, death of a daughter of a friend of the poet.
Acho Manzi points out that the Pasarelli were two brothers of Italian descent Manzi Friends Boedo bar; Sunday, "the black", was a boxer from a local club. The two brothers were the entourage that accompanied him in his political inroads, "black" Pasarelli teamed up with a mulatto woman, when I was born a girl we all celebrated, but the joy was short-lived, three days old the little death . There was no consolation, but was born in carnival and the letter does not lie. Then the poet got his inspiration, describing what happened. "
From there came this beautiful milonga.
The black population in the city of Buenos Aires was about thirty percent. One of the neighborhoods which grouped the different African ethnic groups was to Montserrat.
MARY BLACK
Milonga Candombe
Bruna bruna
born Mary
and is in the cradle.
born day,
will fortune.
embroider the mother
her long dress.
And come to the party
in a white suit
and be the queen
when Mary
meets fifteen years.
call you, Black Mary ...
Black Mary, who opened
Carnival eyes.
Big eyes will Mary
teeth pearl,
brown.
Oh, what will your lips red,
cadence oh how will your body!
Let the dance we Mary
mother black, black girls.
Black ! ... Sing for you
guitars and violins
and nagging the bandoneon.
call you, Black Mary ...
Black Mary, who opened
Carnival eyes.
Bruna bruna
Mary died
and is in the cradle.
It was day
without seeing the moon.
will cover your dream
with a white cloth.
And you go in the world
with a long dress
and ever and ever,
Black Mary, you have fifteen years.
you weep, Mary Black ...
Black Mary, you closed
Carnival eyes.
Oh how sad it was your destiny,
angel mota, dark pink!
Oh, how dark is your bed!
silence Oh what will your dream!
going to heaven , Black Mary ...
mother cries, the child sleeps.
Black ... Bleed for you
guitars and violins
and anxieties of the bandoneon.
you weep, Mary Black ...
Black Mary, you closed
Carnival eyes.
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