Back to the Linkware Index Cordoba. Far away and alone. Black pony, big moon, and olives in my saddlebag. Although I know the roads, I'll never reach Cordoba Through the plain, through the wind, black pony, red moon. Death is looking at me, from the towers of Cordoba. How long a road, how valiant my pony. Ahi, that death should wait me, before I reach Cordoba. Cordoba. Far away and alone. Federico Garcia Lorca

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Significance of the Faravahar Figure, Jul 26, 2006 - 14:35

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Babylonian Law, Jul 10, 2006 - 14:50

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Classical Spanish Guitar: A Personal Tribute, May 7, 2006 - 17:03

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The Spice Bin: Cooking in the Maghreb, May 6, 2006 - 23:11

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The Date Palm: A Sweet Staple, May 6, 2006 - 23:09

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Andalusian: The Spanish Horse, May 6, 2006 - 23:06

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