yasmin levy - una noche mas

I feel your breath every time you move your lips and make my eyes losing the sight of my narrow life spreading my mind on your shape . Engaging my life on your need dressed your bleeding colours like a whisper in your desperate voice of my truth.Forgive my prescious, the trembling morning thoughts of your riddle. Vanish the silent moments of my elusive touch on my memories , as flawed gems some of us we live emotions engulfing and losing the aim... 

spilling crimson says....I remember your picture moving away The earth sank under my feet sank in the ground The will of my feet I went callendome callendome vacuum vacuum Without being able agarar to life without being able to life agarar How could I imagine as I could imagine I had something to give What had something to give I in my maturity and your Self in me and your maturity In your prime of life in your prime of life The years Unforgiven The Unforgiven years Only I beg you please just give me that

  " I am proud to combine the two cultures of Ladino and flamenco, while mixing in Middle Eastern influences. I am embarking on a 500 years old musical journey, taking Ladino to Andalusia and mixing it with flamenco, the style that still bears the musical memories of the old Moorish and Jewish-Spanish world with the sound of the Arab world. In a way it is a ‘musical reconciliation’ of history."
Y.LEVY