your home ... my home ...
where the moon get tired
of waiting ,and the lemongrass
is flavoring the time that passes ..
And saw us to age and to be alone.
In a waltz I hear your piano crying
and makes me think that cries for love.
It was the first time that blink our eyes
and made our cheeks red ..
and one night - remember? -
A kiss under the cherry sealed our love.
Love could be a knot, but I doubt if it could win
a house was poor .. the other was rich
easy to see why there can not be...
So for the remembrance, I cry ..
your home ... my home ...
You love in a golden frame
My love that in the end was not made of coal.
And I saw us to get older and all went in vain.
In a waltz I hear your piano crying
and makes me think that cries for love
Música: Virgilio Expósito
Letra: Homero Expósito
Guitar - Vocals Hector Quiroga
Βailarines :Lina Cordienko Nikitas Michelakis, students of FriniTango
Production-Direction-Editing
Frini and Dimitris
We do not have any comments to do on this masterpiece of poetry and music of the Exposito brothers.
This short clip was made on a cloudy rainy day , facing the suberb view of Venecian's Harbour Lighthouse in Chania. The consept was a promotion clip for the great Argentinan singer , guitarist and friend Hector Quiroga. But something more came out of this.
The melancholy that came out of this was not expected or intented in the first place.
I do not know if it was the music, the face of Nikitas and Lina, the lighthouse backround, or the grey day, that unlock the essence that perfumes like a "cedron" -lemon grass or louiza in Greek- this clip.
Hector is visiting Crete for three years, every summer, participating in all kind of events, with his lyrical -tango -perfumed -adagio playing, following us, and following him, in classes, milongas, and tango activities.
You can contact him here :
hectormquiroga@hotmail.com
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