A sound so small, a sound so strange, plucked on such thin metal strips. A melody so beautiful, which takes us to an unknown place. Lava stones sounding like bells whose echo carries on to the world's farthest mountains. The water-drum water vibrating under the resonance of the musical gourd. All is about water… The suave sound of the tenor sax, balancing on the steel string of the berimbau, the musical bow of a forgotten Africa. Speaking tree trunks, xylophone drums. The call of a deep forest. Rocked by the swaying hips of a beautiful Criola. The lament of the soprano sax, like a strange desert, like a feeling of elsewhere The desert, a desert, our desert. As if we were actually there! Melodies that keep running through your head… "Music, as if it were pouring down"