Adolfo Nigro Hammann 22 September 1942 - 14 May 2018
Adolfo Nigro: THE PICASSO OF AMERICA
Adolfo Nigro Hammann/Ammann would have turned 76 years old today
Dear Ine:
BE STRONG DEAR INEZ!!
ADOLFO NIGRO, YOUR FATHER, IS TAKING CARE OF YOU FROM HEAVEN :)
Your Family Gelbfisz (Gelbfish/Goldfish/Goldwyn) from USA
Photos:Adolfo Nigro in one of his Art Studios
Adolfo Nigro was the Picasso of Latin America and USA... and he was a very handsome man :) Lovely Green Eyes :)
Adolfo Nigro in one of his Art Studios
Photos of Master Adolfo Nigro from Newspapers and Art Magazines
Adolfo Nigro and Famous Musician Leon Gieco
Adolfo Ernesto Nigro Hammann/Ammann and Ines Maria Nigro Hammann/Ammann as a child
Adolfo Nigro Hammann/Ammann holding baby Ines Maria Nigro Hammann/Ammann in 1980
Ines Hammann/Ammann, Adolfo Nigro Hammann's mother. Ines Maria Nigro Hammann's grandmother Ines Hammann or Ammann was a Swiss German woman :). She was Adolfo Nigro's mother, Ines Maria Nigro's grandmother :)
Ines Hammann or Ammann (Ines Maria Nigro's grandmother) and Susana Blanco Barros Dubra (Ines Maria Nigro's mother)
Adolfo Nigro's Art Book dedicated to his daughter Ines Maria Nigro Hammann :)
It says:"To My Daughter Ines"
Adolfo Ernesto Nigro Hammann/Ammann and his daughter Ines Maria Nigro Hammann/Ammann living in New York City in 1999 Soho, New York City, USA, 1999
To Ines from Sarah Goldwyn from Boston: Adolfo Ernesto Nigro and Ines Maria Nigro's favourite song:"Lay Lady Lay" by Bob Dylan. Adolfo and Ines used to sing this song together while they were walking around New York City :) Bob Dylan-Lay Lady Lay
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he’s standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
Maremar, doneu-nos pau però amb el tremp de l'olivera. Que no posa mai el seu ramatge verd-blau a la mà d'aquell que la voldria sotmesa. Que omplin d'estels la barca, però que un pesat bagatge no ens malmeni les xarxes.
(Don't bring us) neither a hurricane, nor too much peace.
For time is too short and it fades
Like a strange dance
That doesn't leave any footprints.
Run, for the wind is coming!
Watch how the wind runs
As it wants to invite you to its great ball.
Run, for the wind is coming!
Turn and rise through the air,
(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!
Take it and get high on it
With its scent,
Like only a lover could.
Look how the wind runs
As it wants to invite you to its great ball.
Take it and get high on it...
Take it and get high on it
Like only a lover could.
Watch how the wind runs!
Turn and rise through the air,
(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!
Mother-Sea, bring us peace,
But with the forcefulness of the olive tree,
Which never places its green-blue branches
In the hand of those who want to enslave it.
Let us fill our boat with stars,
And let not a weighty luggage
Mar our fishing nets.
Take it and get high on it...
Take it and get high on it
Like only a lover could.
With its scent,
Turn and rise through the air,
(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!
Watch how the wind runs!
Turn and rise through the air,
As it wants to invite you to its great ball.
Take it and get high on it
Like only a lover could.
With its scent,
Turn and rise through the air,
(Like a) white cloud filled with hope!
Watch how the wind runs!
Take it and get high on it
Like only a lover could...
Spanish
MadreMar Madremar, haceos presente en el altar de mi paisaje. Madremar, que los antiguos dioses están hoy muy lejos de casa. Un trueno para la pereza un puerto para la herida y para el amor, la cala.
Madremar, dadnos el viento existe el mañana y la vela blanca. Madremar, y si puede ser ni huracán, ni demasiada calma. Que el tiempo es corto, y pasa como una extraña danza de pasos que no dejan huella.
Mira cómo viene el aire que te quiere invitar a su baile. Gira y levanta el vuelo nube de esperanza blanca. Tómalo y embriágate con su aroma como solamente hace un amante. Mira cómo viene el aire que te quiere invitar a su baile.
Madremar, dadnos la paz pero con el temple del olivo que no deja nunca su verdeazul ramaje en la mano de aquel que lo querrÃa sometido. Que llenemos de estrellas la barca pero que un pesado equipaje no estropee nuestras redes.
Mira como viene el aire que te quiere invitar a su baile. Gira y levanta el vuelo, nube de esperanza blanca. Tómalo y embriágate con su aroma como solamente hace un amante. Mira como viene el aire que te quiere invitar a su baile.
Madremar...
Adolfo Ernesto Nigro Ammann (Hammann) with her daughter Ines Maria Nigro Ammann (Hammann)
Adolfo Ernesto Nigro Ammann and Ines Maria Nigro Ammann
Adolfo Ernesto Nigro Ammann and Ines Maria Nigro Ammann
