Sara Baras - Alma

To return is always an invitation to dream, to start again is a path to discover, and on this occasion, to return is to find ourselves again, to feel the vertigo of the score to be written, of the lights that must be switched on to see us again, to draw our feelings, our language on that uncertain canvas of the theatre, to return to the applause, to the affection, to the warmth, to the impossible embrace with the reason that sustains us, the audience.

Alma is an enormous embrace, where flamenco embraces bolero, and bolero lets itself be embraced by flamenco, to become seguiriya, soleá, caña, garrotín, bulería... forms, colours and sensuality inexorably clinging together in an unexpected twist, cadence in a twist, love in broken bags, emptiness on voice and guitar, and magic in the hands and destiny in the feet. Alma is a constant wink, an adventure in the memories of melodies that have always accompanied us.

Alma is a 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 flamenco palos.

Dance, music, costumes, lights, textures... the taste of authenticity in the present time. Flamencos with the soul of a bolero.

"I am the soul that dances naked of 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, who let herself be carried away by that whirlpool that grew, 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 saw each other the night we met, I don't care about the way, or the how or the when, just being next to you, no matter how much the air punishes me, no matter how much the wind walls, that I've already fought against all the evil, that my hands are so empty that I can't even hold you, because sometimes life drives us to madness, and only love saves us, the miracle, the caress of the embrace, the shelter of the skin. If the drinks bring comfort, here I am with my sleeplessness to drown it 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 the soul, the soul of a bolero"

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