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Synopsis during 18/11/10 - The writing machine-Deleuze Guattari

notes (complete)

The temptation is great to stand out in Anti-Oedipus what belongs to Deleuze and Guattari what belongs to. The readings of this common French have taken the habit of caricature underestimate or even ignore the contribution of Guattari ( for a balanced reading of this piece headed, cf. Dosse Francis and Manola Antonioli ). In doing so, we read the work without understanding that it is a process of writing that is not reducible to its outcome.

The Anti-Oedipus is a writing machine, the way It worked between the two authors, speech mixed with Deleuze and Guattari without one can not fault nor to unravel the whole. The text works well unless the connivance or complicity of the two authors by familiarity of both authors through a process of settling about and keying of entries. And relationships that can be made between the material provided by Guattari (see text notes) and the purge carried out by Deleuze: we see no mistaking that work of shaping both About Guattari are constantly contaminating heavy weapons from the philosophy grafted by Deleuze. The writing machine is thus a collective assemblage of enunciation demonstrating how the speech of Deleuze and Guattari's discourse are connected to one another to form a stream of writing that is neither one nor another. Also this book is any less a work with the function to bear the author said, but a production with statements that refer to themselves.

Perhaps one day, will be read Anti-Oedipus e without worrying about their authors as a function of copyright is a remnant of the writing machine . For if he meant "machine" in its literal meaning, then this book has something that escapes us. There is no denying that the reader unaccustomed to philosophical texts will probably be a machine-mad bond together, swear words and concepts, allusions and references, jokes and definitions ... As the reader wiser, it will be quickly lost in this machine which is not organized as a learned academic gadget. So the reader must also engineer it with the book, that is to say make cuts in the flow of writing the book, enroll in finding how it works not so much in the book that between the book and himself. Each reading is somehow invented the book, not so much by interpreting it in its own way but by doing that something happens between him and his work.

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Voeux de rêves / Wish dreams

Avant d'aller faire
a petit séjour à l'hôpital-bistouri, well souhaiter je vous l'année 2011 commence. A bientôt, très Amicalement.

Before making a small stay-scalpel in the hospital, I wish you a good start to the year 2011. See you soon, with love.

Belly Button Pains Externally

an instant, a flocon / A moment, a snowflake


I do not think that life is short. It usually gives us enough time to perform a variety of projects and dreams. Life allows us to correct some mistakes ourselves into others as well, that's how. The major drawback is that it offers us no second chance, a second life.

Let now the moment of Now. In his novel "Dolce Agonia" read long ago, N. Huston thinks he's God (again!) And regulates the fate of a group of old friends. I pointed out a passage in which she draws a parallel that I share with you:
"The snow had always seemed treacherous, deceptive, each flake a tiny star shining, all lightness and softness throughout, ready to melt you on the tongue and skin, although their strength was a slow accumulation murderous able to derail a car, collapsing roofs, trees descend, yes, she stopped everything, blocking everything, prevented you from moving forward, to join your family ...

Just as time is he says now. Every moment in itself without weights, imperceptible, a tiny shard that will melt on the tongue, while their accumulation is lethal force, you press in the years covering everything and blurring the differences ... How, my God, to clear the huge drifts of Time? It is going after them to remove them, push them on the edges of the route, mais inter-temps, sur la chaussée elle-même, la neige neige s'est transformée in dangereuse, provoquant des accidents, precipitating les gens dans la mort ... that tout avait alors commence in façon if innocent, a l'instant a après l'autre ... "

I do not think that life is short. Usually gives us enough time for many projects and dreams. Life allows us to correct some mistakes but we can sink into others.This major drawback is that it gives us a second chance, a second life.

Let's talk today of the moment, the present moment. The writer Nancy Huston, in his novel "Dolce agony", believed God and decide the fate of a group of old friends. In one paragraph makes a parallel that I would share:

"Snow had always seemed treacherous, deceptive, each flake a tiny star shining, all all sweetness and light, ready to melt on the tongue or in the skin, while its accumulation was a lethal force capable of sliding to cars, tear down the roof, knock down trees, yes, stop everything, blocking everything, I prevented move, reunite with your relatives (...)

Just like the time he thought now. Every moment, without its own weight, imperceptible, a tiny flash of glass that melts on the tongue, while its slow accumulation is lethal force, the years we sink, covering everything and fading the differences ... How do, my God, to cross the glaciers of Time? One is determined to remove them, push them to the side of the road but in the meantime, on the same road, the snow turns to ice dangerous, causing accidents, people rush to death ... when everything had started so innocently, a moment one after another ... " Trad.Colo.

Photos: I. Pampín. (C'est derrière chez moi, it's behind my house)

What Are Sorority Serenades

Magic Circus Tour

Ladies and gentlemen, come! ...

... Here is the Magic Circus tour!

A small traveling circus inhabits and animates this book, which opens into a star. On axes, on both sides of a central subject, acrobats, equestrians and animals (lions, dogs, bears ...) start to move, dance, jump - and when they return, they each reveal When a new scene. The child turns the page, and it is the lion who trembles before the dog learned, is the ringmaster who salutes the acrobats, it is the skillful equestrians who exchange their horses ...

All the magic of the circus in 5 animated scenes.

A gift book for children (there counts from 1 to 5) as for fans of pop-ups.

Magic Circus Tour

Gérard Lo Monaco

5 boards, 26.5 x 21, 5

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Creating Magic Circus tour was made possible thanks to General Council of Val-de- Marne : the book is available for 21 000 newborns in the department. The editions are particularly grateful to Francine helium Foulquier.

© photographs Philippe Cabaret

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How Do I Wellcome People At A Wedding

restaurant Au / In the restaurant

Jan H. Steen

Remember, the month of August you 've read here a "late-summer frivolity," excerpts from a text Elvira Lindo; it spoke of tomatoes, smells ...

Here is an excerpt today from another chronic of Cuba Canteen

An ordinary family scene, sadly commonplace.

The author and her husband, I remind you that she calls "my saint," are sitting at a sidewalk cafe and it launches into a sort of lecture on Goethe to be played at that time then in Germany a full version (17h) of Faust. She took the opportunity to eat tapas and ...

"I enjoyed it too was distracted by his speech to look around me and doing sociology. (Tactics to facilitate married life: you let the other speak with passion and you pretend to listen while thinking of your stuff). My stuff to me were now at the table nearby. A couple with two children. Le garçon, comme hébété, jouait à la Game Boy ; le père, comme hébété jouait avec la fille à faire de honteux bruits de bouche, et pendant ce temps la femme souffrait en silence de faire partie de ce lamentable cercle familial. She who, full of illusions, had made all fair, had put earrings and gaudy makeup had (...). I remembered the words of terrible Catherine Deneuve: "Over the years the couple makes the boring man and woman, a harpy." When I feel I sociologist, I recently saw religious concerns, to be God (believing basic, it's not for me) to change the world. Come near me, for example, at this table, greet politely, good evening, I am God, and intervening:

Excuse me, I'll put some order in your lives: first the boy, this child absurd, he immediately leaves game-boy side, if I put the slap to break his teeth, second it is a shame (that the father) to see you make those noises with your mouth girl, the girl sits down, eats his dinner and stop sucking the face of his father, for the love of God, we are in a restaurant, and thirdly, pay attention to your wife, you consider it a flower pot all night, hold a conversation with her adult, and you (I would say to it) do not laugh, nobody escapes here, act with dignity, if that makes you family suffer so much, get up and too bad for them.

me I thought about these things when the voice of "my holy , Who decided to use up the theme of Faust , changed his tone.

But, darling, you ate all the prawns. "(...) (trans. Colo)

extract TINTO DE VERANO of Elvira Lindo 2001 edition

NB: The "tapas" are delicious appetizers. As for "prawns" are, you savez well, I Espagnols scampi. Pas besoin de vous joins Qu'est ce explain game-boy, yes?

In late August I proposed a "late summer frivolity," excerpts from a text by Elvira Lindo; talk of tomatoes, smells ... Do you remember?

Today I propose an excerpt from a chronic call: Bartender of Cuba. A familiar scene banal, sadly banal.

The author and her husband, to my holy calling, are sitting on the terrace of a bar. He launches into a sort of lecture on Goethe as in Germany at that time represented a full version (17h) of Faust. She takes the opportunity to eat tapas and ...

"also took advantage of his speech was entertaining to look around and doing sociology. (Tactics of cohabitation to marriage work: days to another speaking passionately and you do as you listen, and yours). The mine was now on the table next door. A married couple with two children. The child, wrapped up the game-playing boy, the father, wrapped up with the girl playing games farting about giving shame, and while the woman suffered in silence to be part of this unfortunate family. She, who had arranged with all their hopes, which had colorful earrings and had painted, (...). I remembered the terrible words of Catherine Deneuve: "Over the years the marriage becomes boring man and woman a shrew. " When I feel like I sociologist, since lately I have religious concerns, to be God (Christian base is not for me) to change the world. Approach, for example, that table, greet politely, good night, I am God, and to intervene:

"Excuse me, I will give their lives a little order: first, the child This absurd, to stop and the game-boy or you loose a rooster that I take the teeth, and second, it is embarrassing (ie the parent) to see him make these farting with the child, the child sits, eats dinner and leaves dummy face his father, by God, we're in a restaurant, third, listen to his wife, who has you awake all night, hold adult conversation with her, and you (I would say it) do not laugh Here no one is spared, act with dignity, if she suffers both the family, get up and give them the sack.

These things I thought, when the voice of my saint, who had decided to squeeze him Fausto theme changed Tone:

"My child, you have eaten all the shrimp. (...) "

SUMMER RED extract of Elvira Lindo, 2001 edition

Chiisa Na Bokura No Ooki Na Heart Load

La folle imagination / That wild imagination



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Julián, a small village boy, is 4 years old and wants to learn to read or write because claims Does it will engineer cloud. It him and his imagination that made me rethink this passage "La folle du logis" the writer Rosa Montero.

"... in the work of novelist there is something even more important that the jingle of words, imagination, the daydreams, these other lives that we fantastic and occult all have. Faulkner said that a novel is "the secret life of a writer's dark twin brother of a man." And Sergio Pitol, (...) adds: "A novelist is a man who hears voices, which equates to a madman."

(...) it I think in reality that unfettered imagination assimilates us to more children than whimsical. I think humans, we all enter into existence without knowing how to distinguish the real from dream to reality, life infant is largely imaginary.

The socialization process, what we call education, or mature, or grow, is precisely to cut the blooms capricious, to close the gates of delirium, amputating our ability to dream awake, and woe to him that will not seal the crack between the two sides as it will probably be considered a poor fool.

The novelist has the privilege of continuing to be a child, it can be a fool to keep in touch with what is formless. "The writer is a being who can never become an adult," says Martin Amis in his fine autobiography experience, and although he must know because he has all the appearance of a Peter Pan a bit faded stubbornly refuses to grow old. .

(Trad: Colo. From "The Queen of the house" R. Montero)

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Julian, a village boy, is 4 years old and do not want to learn or read or write because, says clouds will be mechanical. Are he and his imagination that made me remember that passage of the "crazy house" by Rosa Montero.

"... in the profession of novelist there is something even more important than the jingle of words, and imagination, daydreams, those other great and hidden lives we all have. Faulkner said that a novel is the secret life of a writer, the dark twin of a man. "And Sergio Pirol (...) adds:" A novelist is a man who hears voices, which likens him to a madman ".

(...) I think actually that unbridled imagination us like children more than the lunatics. I think we all went in there without knowing clearly distinguish the real from the dream; in fact, a child's life is largely imaginary. The socialization process, which we call education, or mature, or grow, is precisely fanciful blooms to prune, to close the gates of delirium, amputating our ability to daydream, and woe to him who can not seal that fissure to the other side, because it will probably be considered a poor fool.

Well, the novelist has the privilege of remaining a child, it can be crazy, to keep in touch with the report. "The writer is a person that never comes to becoming an adult," says Martin Amis in his beautiful memoir Experience , and he should know very well, because it has all the appearance of a wizened little Peter Pan who refuses to grow old earnestly. "

Extract from "mad house" R. Montero

How To Make The Curly Q Bows

texts for the course of 2/12/10

The course will focus on Chapter 5 of the first part of Anti-Oedipus Deleuze-Guattari .

Deleuze-Guattari, Anti-Oedipus, I, 5 - machines

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Formal Letter For Disconnection

Conference (s)

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Pur désir / Pure desire

Le Poème réalisé l'amour est demeure du désir désir.

René Char (Rage et mystère)

The love poem is made of desire remains desire.

What to add? My post this week is the result of several jours d'immersion, Délicieuse, dans la poésie et Rene Char by Pablo Neruda. Et traductions. Oh, if j'y ai même travaille beaucoup, elles ne sont pas parfaite et toute suggestion j'accepte volontiers votre part.

What could add? I note this week is the result of several days of delightful immersion in the poetry of René Char and Pablo Neruda. And translations. Oh, but I worked hard, are not perfect and I gladly accept any suggestions.

The black bow Rene Char (Song of the Balandran 1977)

I repeat, Wellness
what I already know,
Beauty mâchurée excrement, broken.
You are my love,
I'm your wishing.
The bread that we bake
comely in the nights, as an old king

advances by opening her arms.

Come on all sides,
laughter in our hands,
never alone. Trash
crooked corners, we offer
your resources. We
hammer
language adventurous. We are believers

for mule tracks.

Less the clarté
courbe plus you will be trou roseau
pressentis sous les doigts.
(illustration: Le noeud noir, Seurat)

black knot René Char (Chant of Balandrano 1977)

I repeat, Beauty,
what I already know ,
Beauty
blackened excrement, in tatters.
You are my love, I'm your sighing
.
The
bake bread in the cozy nights, which

old king is advanced open both arms. Come

everywhere
with a smile on his hands,
never separated. Basket with peaks
wrongs,
offer your resources. We hammer

adventurous language. We are believers

for roads mules. The

least double the clarity, more
cane is recessed under the fingers
presented. (trad. Colo)

(Illustration: The Enigma of Desire, Salvador Dali)

hands Let me loose Pablo Neruda

Let loose hands and heart , set me free! Leave

run my fingers along the paths of your body.
Passion - blood, fire, kissing
- I set fire to flames flickering.
Oh, you do not know what this is!

is the storm of my senses
sensitive bending the jungle of my nerves.
flesh is screaming with their fiery tongues!
is the fire!
And you're here, woman, like a tree intact
now flying all my life turned to ashes
to your full body, like the night, with stars!


me free hands and heart, set me free!
I just want you, I just want you!
It is not love, is desire withers and dies, is precipitation
furies,
approach impossible, but are you
,
you to give me everything,
and give me what you got to land as I came-
to hold back,
and wish you and welcome you!

mains months Laisse dénouées Pablo Neruda

Laisse months

dénouées
mains et le cœur, laisse-moi free! Laisse courir months

doigts sur les chemins de ton corps.
La passion - sang, feu, Baisers -
flammes m'incendie of Tremblant.
Aïe, you ignore ce que c'est!

It's my sense
storm winning the jungle of my sensitive nerves.
is the flesh that screams its fiery languages!
It's fire! You are here
woman like a log
intact now that my whole life fly ash
made to your body full of stars, like the night!

Let my hands and heart
settled, let me free!
I'm just wanting you,
I'm just wanting you!
This is not love is the desire fades and goes out,
mess of furies,
approach the impossible, but
you are here,
there to give me everything
and give me everything you came to earth-
like me to hold you, wanting you and
,
and receive you!

(Trad. Colo)

How To Cut And Stitchchudidhar Freevidios

texts for the course 25/11/10 - What is a desiring machine? 1 / 2

The course will cover all the Appendix to the Anti-Oedipus, program assessment desiring machines. We dig into this set according to remarks and questions from the reading workshop.

To see the text, simply click on the animation below and download or print the document.

Textes_Deleuze-Guattari, Anti-Oedipus, Appendix

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Veginaetching Solution

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Blueprints For Kitchen Islands

The Great Love ...

... philippe at the bookstore!

Does Scorpio Man Like Me?

rose and guitar

Mammal Respiration Higher

ennuyeux you gray? Grey Bored? Une

It is not easy to confess his attraction to the gray, he has a bad reputation: boredom, lack of character, poor mine ... But it pleases me since my youth I remember that I always wanted to have Lls ma mère me soient tricotait cette couleur.

not easy to confess his love for the gray, has a bad reputation: boredom, lack of character, a face ... But I to step from my youth I remember always wanted sweaters my mother wove were of that color.

Gray, if pa s color is an "intensity value lum ineuse whose perception by the human eye is between white and black (Wikipedia) which has an infinite variety of shades. Surely all its interest !

Grey, although not a color, is a "luminous intensity value as perceived by the human eye is between white and black" (Wikipedia) has an infinite variety of facets. Hence all your interest!

"What is the color of France? Not the political color - I know - but its true color? It's beautiful gray ... gray. But there are plenty of gray. Gray roofs of Paris, the history of the war gray, gray lavender of Provence. People who do not like gray are idiots ... "F. Mitterrand ( The walker in the Champ de Mars-film )

"What is the color of France? I am not speaking of political color - I know - if not its true color. Gray ... Gray is beautiful. But there are multitudes of gray. Gray roofs of Paris, the historic gray l as wars, gray lavender of Provence. They are very smart who do not like the gray. " F. Mitterrand. ( film "Le prom eneur du Champ de Mars )

Tristes monotones ou la femme-fleur de ce ciel ou Picasso gray ?

Look at the women r-flor Picasso, esta foto of u n cielo gray. ¿Son ac aso trist are? Monótonos ¿?

is often seen in the gray paint that serves as a background, it gives relief to the other colors. The color Cezanne chose for the walls of his studio he designed a gray base with black, white, blue and ocher. He said: "We are not a painter so we did not do gray." And this gray, he had observed in the open air, when he went to paint his landscapes. It was found that for that joins soit bonne séance de peinture, il fallait that gray soit le ciel clair.

often seen in the gray paint that serves as a background, highlights other colors. Cézanne choose the color for the walls of his workshop is a gray made from black, white, ocher and blue. Cézanne said, "No one is painter until they have made a gray." And this gray, noted outdoor landscape painting. Had found that it was necessary that the sky is gray for a painting session was good.

Finally, surfing between black and white, gray allows thinking to avoid Manichaeism and leaves room for doubt, the subtlety. As Michel said Pastoureau in "The Little Book of Colors" (a beautiful gift to be made), "For us, it (the gray, her favorite color) evokes sadness, melancholy, boredom, old age, but at a time when old age was not so devalued, it referred instead to the wisdom, wholeness, to knowledge. He kept the idea of intelligence (gray matter).

Para terminar, navegando between black and white, gray can avoid thinking Manichaeism and leaves room for doubt, subtlety. As says Michel Pastoureau in "The Little Book of Colors" (a nice gift to offer), "For us, the gray (color preferred) evokes sadness, melancholy, boredom, old age, but in a time when old age was not as undervalued, meaning wisdom, fulfillment, knowledge. That color has kept the idea of intelligence (gray matter) "

Oh, ce billet est un peu décousu ... comme les nuages aux gray nuances Tourterelle et fumée qui derrière is poursuivent ma vitre.

Oh, this note is a bit disjointed .... Like the clouds of gray shades and smoke dove pursued after my glass.

Sable Merci du temps, est ton grisant océan!



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" Long ago, there lived a giant here. She had long hair like a river, a soft chest like two islands in the middle of the ocean, a generous belly can accommodate an entire village ... "

So it's a story - the story of a giant force of nature, seeking love. But it scares people, scared, all Ouelle password. Until she gets to call the love of all his strength ... and where the mountains meet him in

echo. A large format book incredibly powerful and richly illustrated, which is to consider retaining

his breath on minute details, the explosion of color and mystery of the loving feeling ...

The Great Love

Polina Petrouchina and Gala Marina

28 pages, 27.5 x 35.5, paperback with cover

PPV: 18.50 €

EAN: 9782358510554

A book written, designed, sewn and made by two Russian artists: Polina Petrouchina and Gala Marina.

White Chick Masterbates With Vibrating Toothbrush

All The Great Love alone

For the first time published in France in helium William Wondriska is one of the designers and illustrators America's most creative and striking sixties.

Through a work that features games typographical, photographic montages and illustrations, this book into two colors (black and orange), first published in the United States in 1963, transcribed feel special, clean Children, of doing things and to do "all alone". The heroine of the book, a girl aged five, lists all she can do, both in his dreams than in reality, and then forms an inventory Music and unusual, reminiscent of those Prévert.

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William Wondriska

48 pages, 16 x 24

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Male Animal Genatalia

Synopsis during 21/10/10 - Desire and Reality

What is the reality of a desire? Or rather we do believe that when we say "make" a desire?

It is customary to consider the relationship between desire and reality like that of a desiring subject, overlooking the real, where he contemplates the possible objects of his desire. It is the desire to do a matter of choice, freedom and not confined to the real being that the subject of our desires always available. There is a metaphysical illusion that makes us believe that the desire transcends reality as freedom transcend necessity.

A reverse of this disposition to think our desire as master and owner of real The Anti-Oedipus Deleuze and Guattari invites us to think not what abstract desire, extract magically real, but a desire written in the concrete reality itself . A desired object is not because I want to, but because it strikes me as desirable, because taken in a package that makes it meaningful to me. So that green dress, that I desire, not only because it seems in this storefront, but also because I see myself inside, elegant and desirable for a particular occasion etc ...

This

doing, to question the relationship between desire and reality is the problem of the meaning of desire. Indeed, if by desire, means the subject's awareness of wanting what drives him to want this or that desired object, then the desiring subject is just wishful thinking, but if by desire, we means a tendency to want, then desire is the realization of his tendencies as they take shape in reality. So I do not want such a thing in the abstract as a whim of my will, but I actually want such a thing, seen here and now, I imagine pleasant in a particular context for a particular occasion etc .... Also, it should be understood why it should not oppose the desire and reality, but that desire is the word for our relationship to reality and to understand this, should be confused with the real and non-s' distinguish.

Scalp Sweats From Food

texts for the course 18/11/10 - The writing machine DeleuzeGuattari or wasp and the orchid

We discuss some aspects of writing common Anti-Oedipus especially from a letter from Deleuze to Uno, the Japanese translator of the work.

then we will address directly the first paragraph of the work by asking us how he should read this stuff.

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berceuse Lorca / A lullaby of Lorca

Joan Cardona Llados 1877-1957 (soliloquiosflamencos.blogspot.com)

García Lorca was observed that, contrary to lullabies Europe that are soft and tender, les "chansons de berceau" espagnoles, du nord au sud (except au Pays B asque) étaient sad:

Gracía Lorca noted that unlike the European nannies, that are sweet and tender , the English lullabies from north to south (except in the Basque Country), were sad:

"Years ago, I was walking around in Granada, I heard a woman sing the village soothed her child. I always noticed the sadness acute lullabies of our country, but I never felt so real as the truth that day. As I approached the singer to record the song I found that it was a beautiful Andalusian, gay and without the slightest twitch of melancholy, but a strong tradition of working with her and she faithfully executed order, as if she listened to Old voices compelling slipped in his blood. Since then I have tried to collect lullabies from all over Spain and I wanted to know how women of my country lulled their children, and after a while I got the impression that Spain uses his songs to impregnate the first sleep of his children. "

"Years ago, walking near Granada, I heard a woman singing in her sleep Village your child. I had always noticed the acute sadness of lullabies of our country, but never felt this truth then as concrete. As I approached the singer to record the song that was a Andalusia saw beautiful, happy without the slightest twitch of melancholy, but a living tradition and acted on it faithfully execute the command, as if listening to the old skating compelling voices for their blood. Since then I have tried to collect lullabies from all parts of Spain, wanted to know how their children were sleeping women in my country, and after a while I got the impression that Spain used to dye his melodies first dream of their children "

Federico García Lorca-Las Conferencias
chicks childhood Año 1930.

With Lorca at the piano! Here are the lyrics. "Galapaguito" which I translated as "little turtle" is
here, a term of endearment.

Lullaby Seville (FG Lorca)

This little turtle has no mother;
was born a gypsy,
was thrown into the street.
Has no mother, yes,
has no mother, no,
has no mother,
was thrown into the street.

This little child does not
cradle
his father is a carpenter and
him will be.

Nana de Sevilla (FG Lorca)

This galapaguito
no mare;
bore him a gypsy,
it took to the streets .
not have a mother, yes,
has no mother, no, no
mare,
threw him into the street.

This
young child has no birth;
his father is a carpenter
and make you one.