“Saying the word “Flamenco” is more than just pronoucing a simple word. You have to listen how it echoes through history and centuries of existence.

It is one thing to percieve the Flamenco phenomena on a global scale, but percieving it on individual and personal scale is quite a different thing.

Each and every one feels Flamenco in their own different way, just like life. Every Flamenco artist reveals a part of their innermost secrets and this is what makes this art so mysterious.

When I think deeply about Flamenco myself, all sorts of smells, images , musics spring to my mind : those of wheat and barley fields blowing in the wind like waves in the ocean, the smell of wet earth after a storm, that of freshly cut hay, the cry of the sheperd calling to his flock, the mule driver's singing as he leaves behind the furrow of his cart, the voices of children playing in front of their farm in the valley, a babbling brook, birdsong, the sound of a horse's hooves and the pride of its rider, the bull so peaceful in the fields and so ferocious in the arena, a baby crying to be put to the breast, the tears of a young girl abandoned by her love, the cries of tragic gypsies, the nostalgic looks on the wrinkled faces of old people sitting in the sun on their doorsteps, the irony of youth trying to cheat fate, the happy dog following his master along the road where treason can at any time reveal a false friend...