Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Con Fuego


Con Fuego

Het opgeklopte ritme
van de castagnetten
en de palmpitten,
de snaren die bedaren
er danst een Tzigane
-als een Wayangpop-
machtig silhouetten.

Een zangeres komt op
en zingt een Fado
cadeau naar mijn zinnen.
Mag ik dan "El Toro"
wezen, .....haar beminnen?

Ik stap binnen
uit het linnen van El Greco
door schaduwen die stuwen
in het ritme van tollen
omringt geflagelleerd
door ruwe dollen.

Ik heb me verweerd
met pijn in mijn voeten.
Ze namen me mee
in het ritme van trance,
ik zal moeten.
Wilt U dan.....
deze dans......begroeten...? ?



Madrason 17-07-2012

Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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