Gordon's Choice
In 1914, the Spanish poet Juan Ramón Jiménez published a prose poem entitled Platero y Yo. It comprises over 100 little stories about the gentle observations of an innocent rider talking to his donkey as he wanders around the rural Spain of the time.
For many years, Hervé has been working on a project to extend Jiménez's work, some of which have turned up here. It's a sort of fan fiction. This is his latest.
For many years, Hervé has been working on a project to extend Jiménez's work, some of which have turned up here. It's a sort of fan fiction. This is his latest.
Sometimes on Sunday, Platero, I drink coffee on Mario's terrace. On Sunday afternoons, Carmen always visits her sick mother.
Mario usually saves me a table with a nice view on Carmen's mother's house. Around three o'clock, Carmen takes a seat at the piano by the open window and plays preludes, études and nocturnes. Well-known pieces from unknown masters, unknown pieces from well-known masters, sometimes lasting over an hour. Every now and then, without talking to me to avoid breaking the magic, Mario brings me a coffee.
Carmen's mother is terminally ill, Platero, so the magic will be broken soon enough.
Mario usually saves me a table with a nice view on Carmen's mother's house. Around three o'clock, Carmen takes a seat at the piano by the open window and plays preludes, études and nocturnes. Well-known pieces from unknown masters, unknown pieces from well-known masters, sometimes lasting over an hour. Every now and then, without talking to me to avoid breaking the magic, Mario brings me a coffee.
Carmen's mother is terminally ill, Platero, so the magic will be broken soon enough.
As an afterthought, here's a Chopin Nocturne performed by one of our FFF contributors. (Honestly! Israela is seriously multi-talented – check out her CV.)
