Listen, I'm dreaming of that valley
You know the one
There is no salt in the ground
And the vines grow like weeds
Shall we say the name?
No, there is no need
By the light of the moon we'll see it
By the light of the moon we'll see it

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
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