A sound so small, a sound so strange, plucked on such thin metal strips.
A melody so beautiful,
which takes us to an unknown place.
Lava stones sounding like bells whose echo carries on
to the world’s farthest mountains.
The water-drum water vibrating
under the resonance of the musical gourd. All is about water...
The suave sound of the tenor sax, balancing on the steel string
of the berimbau - the musical bow of a forgotten Africa.
Speaking tree trunks, xylophone drums. The call of a deep forest.
Rocked by the swaying hips of a beautiful Criola.
The lament of the soprano sax like a strange desert,
like a feeling of elsewhere.
The desert, a desert, our desert As if we were actually there!
Melodies that keep running through your head...
