Candidate
Nuada

Trallallà..."There's something new today in the sun, or rather something ancient," ok, all clear. But do we really still need music like this? Oh, more than ever maestro, more than ever. A pseudo-spiritual marketing operation has dethroned the god ball of fire. But, while sleeping on a meadow, the orange light invades your mind. Trallallà... And between the two trallallàs I awaken...

Trallallà... When you bring your melancholy into the sun, a kind of mist plays with the golden dust. And something dances with your most mysterious hormone, like a ritual, like a festival of the heart. A barely there trance, with the sense of threat that, although present, is suspended...Pure folkie with a refracting psychedelic effect, that is, my home, the luminous breadcrumbs of Hansel and Gretel to find it... Trallallà... And between the two trallallàs I enter and exit my shadowy corner.