Life is marked by the sound of our footsteps, by the beat of our heart. Time is the pulse that tells us we are alive; it is present in everything: in the drumming of the rain, in the noise of an engine, in a baby’s cry, in the fingers that strike the strings of a guitar, in a broken throat whose laments drive themselves into the soul.
Give me time, give me the compás, steal my senses and take me where only the heart understands.
