Hay gente a la que por bailar miran mal, como si fuera una indecencia. La danza es la comunión del cuerpo con las ganas de vivir. Maravillosa canción de Abbey Lincoln, The Merry Dancer, recoge ese espíritu de vida y de celebración. Contó con el bajista Marcus McLaurine, Grady Tate en la batería, Rodney Kendrick al piano y Stanley Turrentine al saxo, como invitado. Dedicado a Mona Prince a la que por sentir la vida en el baile, los muertos en vida no le dejan celebrar la fiesta del cuerpo y el alma. Disfrútalo!
The Merry Dancer (Abbey Lincoln)
Mama told me of a beauty that is made of purest gold,
One the weather will not tarnish, one that never will grow old.
She said beauty comes from understanding,
looking at the things we see.
Beauty of the human spirit, beauty that will set us free.
In a house with shuttered windows lives a dancer tall and fair.
Like the rainbow's many, many colors, crowned with scarlet purple hair.
It's been said the merry dancer has been never ever seen.
That in the house there lives a wretched soul who's old and mean.
But the merry, merry dancer always makes its presence known.
When you stand before the mirror in the secret of the throne,
There is a golden mirror,
On the temple wall,
Lighted by a candle,
Shining through the hall,
Red and purple colors flaming with desire,
Dance before the mirror reflecting holy fire,
See the spirit, merry spirit, in the mirror standing there,
When you stand before the mirror, you will see the golden stair.
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