It was one of those perfect moments that I shall never forget.
A sweltering hot summer night in Matanzas. The windows of the Biblioteca Gener y del Monte open wide to the city spread out below. Birds soared above in the rafters, their voices joining those of the members of the Coro de Camera de Matanzas, an absolutely brilliant choir whose purity of vocalization and musicality was awe inspiring. We sang that night as well, but it is the voices of these young Cubans, singing Shenandoah as I have never heard it sung before, that I will remember most of all.
lovely! and i like your new blog home, too.
Lovely.