Inspiration material for BRAID 2nd workshop in 16 April 2013 Palma de Mallorca

One hour ago I recorded a name in the snow; I said a minute ago my love on the sand

( Ruben Dario, Spanish poetry)

Perhaps because my childhood,continues playing on your beach,and hidden behind the canes my first love sleeps,I wear your light and your smell,wherever I go,and piled on your sandI keep love,plays and sorrows.Joan Manuel Serrat ( Mediterrani)

I,that in my skin have , the bitter flavour of the eternal crying,which a hundred nations have shed into youfrom Algeciras to Istanbul, so that you can paint in bluetheir long nights of Winter.Beacause of my disadventures,your soul is deep and dark.

My eyes got used toyour red duskslike the bend to the truck...I am a singer,I am a liar,I like gambling and wine,I have the soul of a sailor...What can I do?I was born in the Mediterranean.

And you approach,and you leaveafter kissing my small village.Playing with the tideyou go away,thinking of returning.You are like a womanscented with tarwho is missed and loved,who is known and feared.

Oh...! If the fat comes in search of me an unhappy day.Push my boat to the sea with an autumnal east windand allow the storm can strip its white wings.And bury me without mourning between the beach and the sky...

In the hillside of a mountain,higher than the horizon.I want to have a good view.My body will be way,I will give green to the pinesand yellow to the broom...Near the sea.Because I was bornin the Mediterranean.

Joan Manuel Serrat MEDITERRANI