Flora

I’ve been drawing and colouring flowers!

They look like pretty happy flowers to me

However I somehow have managed to pair them up with a sad song, about a flower, in a way.

It’s actually the lyrics that are a bit sad perhaps, but I love this song and this group and I hope you’ll like them too :)

This is one of my favourite groups, their name is L’Ham De Foc and they are from Valencia, Spain.
They are unfortunately no longer together, but their records are available on line.And here are my flowers:

They started out like little drawings. They’re rather minute, like the one the song speaks about.

I painted them together because they are a set.

I tried to make them feel similar through colour.

It took me quite a while to finish them, I kept on asking them which colour they wanted certain petals to be and they kept asking for white.

And guess what? They were right about certain petals, they were white, I just had not noticed it at first :)

I’ve included a translation to the lyrics of this song in English and Spanish and the original lyrics in Valenciano.

The words made me sad when I first read it but I think this song is amazing.
I love the pipes and all the medieval folkloric spicy magical feeling there is to it.

A name

I had nothing to loose so I took the seed
Dry and black that he kept like gold inside a handkerchief
Still in the hope that I would find comforting

And in the soil of a planter I placed it at sundown
A crib in case it grew as the sorcerer had said
who with roots had promised me a child or two

And donkey’s ear* you made me harvest, cat’s claws I searched for, foxglove from the slope,  fern from an old lady (twice)

The next day came quickly and at the same time as the dew

It sprouted and bloomed with little luck
whom only came for a day, for a day or two

and in the soil of the planter I placed at sundown
a coffin in case the little flower died
I wont have time to give you
not even a name

And donkey’s ear* you made me harvest, cat’s claws I searched for, foxglove from the slope,  fern from an old lady (twice)

*Pear melon
For more insight about what this song speaks about I found this entry on a Spanish blog (it’s in Spanish)

Un nombre

No tenía nada que perder así que cogí la semilla
Seca y negra que guardaba como oro en el pañuelo
Era todavía en la esperanza de que tendría consuelo

Y en la tierra de una maceta le puse al caer el sol
Cuna por si crecía como dijo el brujo
Que con raíces me prometía un hijo o dos

Y oreja de burro me hiciste cosechar, uña de gato busqué,
Dedalera de ladera, helecho de la vieja 

El día siguiente no se hizo esperar y al tiempo que el rocío

Brotó y floreció con poca suerte
Quien sólo venía por un día, por un día o dos

Y en la tierra de la maceta le puse al caer el sol
Un ataúd por si moría la pequeña flor
No tendré tiempo para ponerte
Ni siquiera un nombre.

Y oreja de burro me hiciste cosechar, uña de gato busqué,
Dedalera de ladera, helecho de la vieja

Encontré una entrada muy interesante en un blog español que explica ciertos aspectos de ésta canción

Original lyrics in valenciano:
Un nom