Meeting don Juan Diego Florez
Valses, criollos, marineras, boleros, rancheras
And tango… sentimiento latino...
" Let me tell you, man of lima
let me tell you of the glory
of the dreams that comes from memories
of the old bridge, the river and the promenade.
Let me tell you about it,
now while the memory still has its perfume,
while my dream still shimmer
the old bridge, the river and the promenade.
Jasmine blossom in her hair and roses in her cheeks,
the cinnamon flower would walk by, graceful
and alluring, and leaving in her wake
the aroma of the perfume she wore on her breast.
From the bridge to the promenade,
her slender feet take her along the path
that trembles to the rythm of her hips,
she would pick up the laugh of the river breeze
and cast it to the wind, from the bridge to the promenade.
Let me tell you,
ah, let me tell you, dark-haired man, my thoughts,
and see if they wake you from your dream,
the dream, dark-haired man, ruled over by your heart.
Breathe in the charms
of the cinnamon flower,
cover her with jasmine blossom,
adding to her loveliness,
strew the bridge
and garland the promenade
for the river will flow in time with
her steps along the path.
jasmine blossom in her hair and roses in her
From the bridge to the promenade..."
Remembering princesa alameda..The faint lights.. our promenade.. The soft whispers.. San Juan..