Christ in disguise
There must have been at least sixty of us in the choir tonight, and it’s always powerful when there are that many of us; the audience is quickly drawn in. But right at the start of the concert, a bloke —a homeless man— started hanging around in the middle, between the audience and us, making strange gestures, it was a bit awkward having him there (…)
Cristo, incógnito
Éramos al menos unos sesenta coristas, y siempre es impresionante cuando somos tantos así; el público se engancha enseguida. Pero justo al principio del concierto, un tipo, un sintecho, empezó a meterse en medio, entre el público y nosotros, haciendo gestos raros, imitando la guitarra y cosas así; era un poco incómodo la verdad (…)
Cantando bajo la lluvia
¿La calle? Desierta. Sin embargo, empezando el espectáculo, parece que nuestras voces tienen el efecto de una hoguera en la noche. Automáticamente, la gente se detiene, se acerca (…)
Singing in the rain
The street? Empty. Yet, as the show begins, it seems as though our voices are like a campfire in the night. People automatically stop, draw closer to warm their hands, their souls, their hearts (…)
Willy
Friday, half past eight, Plaza de la Catedral. It is drizzling. The square is deserted; now and then, the footsteps of a passer-by echo in the night, then disappear like a mirage. Little by little, some shadows glide across the cobblestones, and beneath the remains of the Roman wall (…)