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A little about Playa Zipolite, The Beach of the Dead . . .

Playa Zipolite, Oaxaca, Southern Mexico, on the Pacific Ocean. A little bit about my favorite little get-away on this small world of ours.

Zipolite, a sweaty 30-minute walk west from Puerto Angel, brings you to Playa Zipolite and another world. The feeling here is 1970's - Led Zep, Marley, and scruffy gringos.

A long, long time ago, Zipolite beach was usually visited by the Zapotecans...who made it a magical place. They came to visit Zipolite to meditate, or just to rest.

Recently, this beach has begun to receive day-trippers from Puerto Angel and Puerto Escondido, giving it a more TOURISTY feel than before.

Most people come here for the novelty of the nude beach, yoga, turtles, seafood, surf, meditation, vegetarians, discos, party, to get burnt by the sun, or to see how long they can stretch their skinny budget.

I post WWW Oaxaca, Mexico, Zipolite and areas nearby information. Also general budget, backpacker, surfer, off the beaten path, Mexico and beyond, information.

REMEMBER: Everyone is welcome at Zipolite.

ivan

Saturday, December 21, 2013

What Child is This? (Greensleeves)

Published on Dec 21, 2013
Ain improvised performance of "What Child is This?" on the piano by myself. Respectfully dedicated to MissMagicPiano. ;-) I hope she will like it! :-)

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"What Child Is This?" is a popular Christmas carol with lyrics written in 1865. At the age of 29, English writer William Chatterton Dix was struck with a sudden near-fatal illness and confined to bedrest for several months, during which he went into a deep depression. Yet out of his near-death experience, Dix wrote many hymns, set to the traditional English tune "Greensleeves," and retitled as "What Child Is This?" - Wikepedia.

*** What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping, Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;1 Haste, haste to bring Him laud,2 The babe, the son of Mary!

2. Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear: for sinners here The silent Word is pleading.3 Nails, spear shall pierce him through,4 The Cross be borne for me, for you;5 Hail, hail the Word Made Flesh,6 The babe, the son of Mary!

3. So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh; Come, peasant, king, to own Him!7 The King of Kings salvation brings; Let loving hearts enthrone Him!8 Raise, raise the song on high!4 The virgin sings her lullaby.9 Joy! joy! for Christ is born, The babe, the son of Mary!


— Lutheran Service Book

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