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© Hugo Narciso
They have not been in chains, but they haven’t been able not fly. They were not muzzled, but the walls of the blue house are too wide for them to be heard outside (all but for our neighbor Alcides’s chainsaw). The songs, always the songs. The anxiety has been so much from them as it has been ours, but we have reason, they have the madness; if we dream, they are dream itself. Therefore, we have been careful to keep the doors and windows closed ... until last Saturday! We were very well received in Torres Novas, the Café Concert Theater of Virginia, who opened the doors for us and who served a delicious dinner, watered in red. Those who traveled from far to support us again, smiled at distance and timidly, but they were there to hear us. Besides the songs, we took some of our new instruments, the upright bass, the piano, the Cajon, the ukelele. I venture to speak for all and confess that our heart was, that night, a great resonator box!
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