When I was a child I lived in a very quiet and fragrant village in the fertile valley of Granada. Everything that happened there and all its feelings pass through me today, veiled by the nostalgia of childhood and by time. I want to say what I felt about his life and his legends. I want to express what passed through me through another temperament, I long to refer the distant modulations of my other heart. What I do is pure sentiment and a vague memory of my crystal soul…
All the figures that parade through these tasteless leaves, some will have died, others are already transformed and the people is another completely different one…
The monster of politics has taken away its virginity and its light. In that town I was born and my heart was awakened. In that town I had my first dream of distant lands. In that town I will be land and flowers…
Its streets, its people, its customs, its poetry and its wickedness will be like the scaffolding where my childish ideas will nest in the crucible of puberty. Listen…”