Journeyman

In a house in Toledo , Spain , in the afternoon , Paco is sitting in a large room , alone , with the shutters closed . He has a guitar in his lap , and he strokes the strings , nut does not feel like playing . He is remembering the past , days of intense joy , songs , friendship , and he is sad for the loss of those he has loved and the passage of time .
In another dream I am with Paco and he is practicing - simple things but his hands are so alive , full of strength and electricity . The simple notes are each alive and full of color .
Paco de Lucia died recently near Playa del Carmen , Yucatan . I always greatly admired him as a person and as a musician .