say that Aristotle said that hope is the dream of the men awake. The music keeps us awake, alert to the reality around us. It makes us familiar with a few certainties: that of knowing we are together in our searches, questions, love and indifference, that of knowing that better world possible peaking over the gate to Cassandra sees in his dreams. These songs I was taught to have faith in Kassandra, understand that is not lost what was not, to find hope in the dream of an Indian child. I learned from them that migratory birds always find a way back, that is cowardly excuse to blame the target, the noise will be shut and hear you speak in dreams and that this little miracle, everything we were and we will be saved because they once sang with me
Ismael Serrano (I came just to say I am still on this side, and always Serrano a good excuse to return ... to listen, to sing, well ... a loving hug)
