Listen, I'm dreaming of that valley Night comes and the oil lamps are lit, casting their soft light on the cobbles and white-washed walls along the streets. A guitarist and singer commence a collaboration, and as always it begins with Alegria, just to let people know who they are and why they are there. Alegria, like the people themselves, has a split personality; one part is happy, the other melancholoy. Every word sung is authentic, too. And though they know the words by heart, they are constantly surprised by what they hear. |
Title | Contents | Index | Author Buleria Madrugada || The Women Return | Alegria | The Art of Sitting | Madrugada | Curro's Cave |