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A voice and a guitar: admirable simplicity.
Joao solo is like Monk one-on-one with the piano, theirs is a dialogue with the invisible and needs nothing else.
Mathematical precision. An almost Zen-like purity and clarity. Everything reduced to essentials and nothing, absolutely nothing, out of place.
Absolute and perfect timing and that magical impressionism of sensation that helps to capture the light. Do you remember Monet when he painted the wind and the air?
Who was that art critic who only had a small Mondrian at home? An endless meditation on a few primary elements.
A special beauty, one that allows itself to be sad as well. Something that touches and at the same time goes deep. A brightness that does not dazzle.
"It did not amaze because it enchanted,” said someone about I don't know who. Here, it’s the same.
"The moon - as Oreste says - is a sacramental wafer of vague melancholy." And the sun is that of the morning, it doesn't matter if we will see very few sunrises...
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Adjust the rhythm of the heart, fit all the life you can into a handful of notes.
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