Revolá

A stream of songs in which sadness is stored just in case - like spare keys in your pocket. The voice seems to be counting misfortunes before leaving the house and at the same time whispering: ‘happiness is living where you were born.’ A slight mockery of fate coexists with warmth: flowers die if they are not watered, but that is still no reason to be upset - just another reason to go out into the city on Sunday and watch the people returning to their capitals.

Images flow like a river: green flowers falling on the Guadiana, a face that sounds like Madrid, the moon on a summer evening - these are not postcard landscapes, but living landmarks along the route. Silence is kept ‘just in case,’ like a box of provisions, and in response to a question about the time, there is a sharp smile and a little poisonous sarcasm. Spring promises a meeting, even if there are echoes of disappointment and dry soil all around.