A ver... To cut it short I’m a singer/songwriter living in Barcelona. “Cantautora†as they would melodically say here. I’ve been trying to find some common vibrations between me and this city, also reflecting this in my music, last song I wrote was in Spanish (finally! I usually sing in English), I found the melody to this song walking in the shadow of some trees already drugged by antibiotics because of a throat infection one day before my last concert... Should do that more often (the antibiotics I mean, gets me creative!). So this song I dedicated to Barcelona and it’s called “La sombra de tus árbolesâ€.
I love rain and autumn, I love silence and heartbeat, kittens falling on my balcony (happened last week!), trees and spring and red wine with cheese, quiet movies, I love to suffer from passion when I listen to music. I hate stepping into the water outside my shower with my last pair of black socks when I wanna wear black shoes on a Saturday night.
And now I wander in the woods
When summer gluts in golden bees,
Or in autumnal solitudes
Arise the leopard-coloured trees;
Or when along the wintry strands
The cormorants shiver on their rocks;
I wander on, and wave my hands,
And sing, and shake my heavy locks.
The grey wolf knows me; by one ear
I lead along the woodland deer;
The hares run by me growing bold.
They will not hush, the leaves a-flutter round me, the beech leaves old.
(W.B. Yeats, Collected Poems, 4th paragraph of “The Madness of King Gollâ€)
