Thursday, February 9, 2012
I walked up the winding streets of the Albycin today to a charming little park overlooking a spectacular view of the Alhambra and Sierra Nevada. A man and a woman were deep in their own world, playing/writing music. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. It was not just their voices that were breathtaking, I don't know quite what it was. It was not their physical appearance nor their alluring voices that impressed me, affected me. Inhibition. Radiance. If the verb "to be" were to take a physical form, this was it. Ser o estar. Hay que vivir.