“I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life; now is the time to love. I had never been so moved by a romantic phrase.
Perhaps it will also be explanation enough for those who wonder why a cantaora would etch her soul on an album of love songs.
Boleros, flamenco, ballads… it makes no difference!
The heart is always mine. It may speak different languages, sometimes heartbroken and sometimes seductive, but it feels both; and who am I to deny it either of them!
Those who only enjoy, live, feel, and experience half of what they might, do not understand the magic and value of every gesture of the heart and every moment of life.
And now… is the time to love!”