Futeisha
Allegrias Y Duelos De Mi Alma

THE REVIEW

Deep burning melancholy, regrets, embroidered curtains soaring in the hands of a warm wind.

Stories perhaps only imagined materialize on guitar strings that smell of memories, loves, and tears. Disturbed by the ghosts of regrets, missed opportunities, noises of the soul within us, their deep melancholy surfaces with sinister images that live, watch with a bitter sweetness that now hovers lightly, now aggressively on warm Iberian strings.

Initial noisy circle and mysterious perhaps painful ending.

In the middle of the story, warm Latin feminine eyes, warm souls, tormented waits, duels of Latin strings, sands bounce on white low white constructions adorned by rose gardens.

Delicate petals of fragrant roses, drops of blood, free to fly, rest on the heart of an imaginary Iberian world and a never intrusive experimentation.