One luscious night, Mr. Jackson froze as we walked across the Plaza, the chords of Samba Pa Ti floating through the air. I watched as three, count 'em, other men stopped and looked at their companions with this faraway look in their eyes. We all samba'd into the Ore House and shared a beer. Mr. Jackson and I walked down the aisle to this tune.
That's the beauty of Santa Fe-everyone dances to their own tune and it is just fine. 
4 comments:
Samba Pa Ti is a beautiful song and I would have stopped and listened to it myself. I love Santana's version of it. Hope everything is well with you....
I don't know that song, even after listening. :| But it is nice, and it's great to be outside in a city, walking with people, listening to music. That's a special kind of excitement.
Here in Michigan these days are coming to an end. I love September, but it's bittersweet.
rebecca--there is something about the tune that just goes to your soul--thanks for stopping by and hope all is well with you!
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ruth--that's beauty and the sadness of seasons--we look forward to the beauty of the fall but yearn for the aprting summer and its long lazy days. c
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