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SYNOPSIS Sara Baras - Soul:
Returning is always an invitation to dream, starting over is a path to discover, and on this occasion, returning is finding ourselves again, feeling the vertigo of the score to be written, of the lights that must be turned on to see each other again, of drawing our feelings , our language on that uncertain canvas of the theater, return to applause, affection, warmth, the impossible embrace with the reason that sustains us, the public.
Alma is an enormous embrace, where flamenco embraces the bolero, and the bolero allows itself to be embraced by flamenco, to become a seguiriya, soleá, caña, garrotín, bulería... shapes, colors and sensuality inexorably caught up in a twist unexpected, the cadence turned to pieces, the love to pieces, empty on the voice and the guitar, and in the hands the magic and in the feet the destiny. Alma is a constant wink, an adventure in the memories of melodies that have always been with us.
Alma is the creation of a singular brand, of a way of understanding life and taking it to the beat, of composing everything around a way of contemplating the world from totally new music with traditional sounds adapted to the most traditional styles of flamenco.
Dance, music, costumes, lights, textures... the flavor of the authentic in today's time. Flamencos with the soul of a bolero.
I am the soul that dances naked in chains, I am the insatiable dream of the moon, I am a witness in the shadow of life, I am the one who with you learned that weeks have more than seven days, that truths have ties that destroy lies. , that was carried away by that whirlpool that was growing, crystal water that dances inside me, that misses you when the curtain has fallen, that misses you when I cry, when I laugh, when I walk down the street where we met at night When we met, I don't care about the way, nor how nor when, only next to you, for more punishments from the air, for more walls of the wind, that I have already fought against all the evil, that my hands are so ruined to squeeze, I can't even hold you, because sometimes life leads us to madness, and only love, the miracle, the caress of the hug, the fur coat saves us. If the drinks bring comfort, here I am with my sleeplessness to drown it out once more, because I don't need to tell you that I'm dying to dance something with you, I don't need to tell you that it's my flamenco heart that has a soul, soul of bolero"
SYNOPSIS Sara Baras - Soul:
Returning is always an invitation to dream, starting over is a path to discover, and on this occasion, returning is finding ourselves again, feeling the vertigo of the score to be written, of the lights that must be turned on to see each other again, of drawing our feelings , our language on that uncertain canvas of the theater, return to applause, affection, warmth, the impossible embrace with the reason that sustains us, the public.
Alma is an enormous embrace, where flamenco embraces the bolero, and the bolero allows itself to be embraced by flamenco, to become a seguiriya, soleá, caña, garrotín, bulería... shapes, colors and sensuality inexorably caught up in a twist unexpected, the cadence turned to pieces, the love to pieces, empty on the voice and the guitar, and in the hands the magic and in the feet the destiny. Alma is a constant wink, an adventure in the memories of melodies that have always been with us.
Alma is the creation of a singular brand, of a way of understanding life and taking it to the beat, of composing everything around a way of contemplating the world from totally new music with traditional sounds adapted to the most traditional styles of flamenco.
Dance, music, costumes, lights, textures... the flavor of the authentic in today's time. Flamencos with the soul of a bolero.
I am the soul that dances naked in chains, I am the insatiable dream of the moon, I am a witness in the shadow of life, I am the one who with you learned that weeks have more than seven days, that truths have ties that destroy lies. , that was carried away by that whirlpool that was growing, crystal water that dances inside me, that misses you when the curtain has fallen, that misses you when I cry, when I laugh, when I walk down the street where we met at night When we met, I don't care about the way, nor how nor when, only next to you, for more punishments from the air, for more walls of the wind, that I have already fought against all the evil, that my hands are so ruined to squeeze, I can't even hold you, because sometimes life leads us to madness, and only love, the miracle, the caress of the hug, the fur coat saves us. If the drinks bring comfort, here I am with my sleeplessness to drown it out once more, because I don't need to tell you that I'm dying to dance something with you, I don't need to tell you that it's my flamenco heart that has a soul, soul of bolero"