Memorias | De La Alhambra

Inside the lions’ courtyard, shadows recite geometry. The moon, that old Christian spy, climbs the tiles and turns them into prayer rugs.

The guitar trembles — not from cold, but from memory: the water still knows the names of the disappeared. memorias de la alhambra

No sultan remains, only the echo of a fountain learning to mourn in slow arpeggios. Inside the lions’ courtyard, shadows recite geometry

Here’s a short poetic piece inspired by Memorias de la Alhambra (the famous tremolo guitar piece by Francisco Tárrega, evoking the Moorish palace in Granada): Inside the lions’ courtyard