«The fragrance of moist earth. The texture of a clean sheet.
The luminescent photophore of the last dream of the night.
The warm sunbeam nudging our eyelids.
The muscatel grain in the throat.
The trill of the sideral swift, at eight in the evening.
Approaching this music, which sprouts delicious and serene in the open air, through a wellspring of corals, from the ancient and underground sea of Old Castile, of León, or Greenland… is to accept with all our five bodily senses and the other thousand subtle senses, the exploration of an act of concupiscent tenderness.
To let oneself be loved by them both.
While Blanca and Chuchi love each other on stage.»