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01 LA HABANA A OSCURAS …lights up with music and the
guitar pulls along percussion, brass and palmas. It plays, glows and struts
with friends along the wharf that never sleeps.
02 TRASGO is intimacy, a touch of mystery, a delicate
rose of crystal and water, transparent and powerful.
03 PLAZA DE LOS PLATEROS shows off the grace and fun
of bulerías, its natural vertigo on six strings that open and close
the cycles of the precise compás of life, the full strums and the
phrasing that shines like a gushing fountain.
04 TEMPLO DEL LUCERO sounds of romance giving rise to
fresh freedom and wisdom. The force of fingers playing with absolute precision
wedded to feeling, in a progression that ascends to heaven.
05 NOCTURNO grave in the depths of the dark mine of
the heart which suffers and cries arpeggios and whispers metal voices
of melancholy.
06 COMPÁS DE AMISTAD about dialogue and dreams
over the sands of time which – at times like this – fly together
with the magic of sound through the corridor of electric sound and the
black brushes, so black…
07 YERMA pulls at sadness, discovers it and sings it
with clear strokes that rise and fall through the scales of deep sadness
and prayer tinged with resignation and rage.
08 SIEMPRE ES TARDE gallops through the rush of remembered
flamenco images that never stop, and advances discovering anguished tremors
and fear of the frenetic pace of the rhythm that feels infinite, even
eternal.
09 SOLEÁ DE LA LUNA COJA solemn powerful grave
precise and persistent
between the earthy layer and the peak of pain that creaks pierces hurts
and laments showing a wounded ray of evil darkness.
10 CANÍCULA gee it sure is hot in New York too,
just like in Jerez at five o’clock in the afternoon, and after the
drowsiness you go dancing as if you were possessed so you can sweat and
be free and enjoy, yeah…
11 ÍMPETU of shame and reminiscence, remembering
so splendidly the maestro Mario Escudero. That’s it: the icing.
In the grand old style.
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