Tangos de written by: Bogpan @panbog2   “and this sadness of cotton, white, for making handkerchiefs with?” – F.G.Lorca   hey, Triana you dance like a flamingo “La bailaora” of the air among the reeds of the blue Danube my heart is wide open but the fingers are short – rain from Andalusia for three nights of summer hey, Triana the guitar starts crying my torn shirt forgotten Please leave this field empty NEVER MISS A STORY SUBSCRIBE TO OUR … Continue reading Tangos de