Mediterrâneo, an aspect of the planet I do not particularly cherish. I put it down to the general climate of the area, preferring colder regions and being more use to the inclemency of English weather. As a track it seems to capture an essence with its general composure and presentation. Nice enough, positive. Exú, sounds like a Björk folk song. Claridade Luz brightens the atmosphere with a tinkling optimism. Arenosa is more open, like a long empty beach, with a relatively calm sea. Cantiga De Amigo, creates a deeper, more sonorous atmosphere. Somehow a more masculine tune, despite the lovely female vocalism. Obá, presents the listener with an interjection of surprisingly sweet music, a la Sugarcubes. The title track remains a quaint little mystery.
Feitiço Infinito, an everlasting sense of magical mystery continues. Somewhat darker than the rest of the tracks so far, and somehow more abstract in feel. Like some esoteric knowledge. Filha Da Palavra is the most organic sounding track so far and proposes a continuation of that esotericism. Word of mouth being a sort of inheritance of secret knowledge. Rupestre has a lovely atmosphere, mysteriously strong and solid somehow. Almost subterranean, nicely abstracted and validated by a textual firmness. Incerteza, is a hazy, uncertain mix of vocal layers. Entertaining and enjoyable, though beyond my understanding, it still feels good, with a certain sense of suspense. I guess I appreciate wordplay even when I don't understand it. O Mar, ebbs and flows beautifully. Gorgeous vocals and sensuous movement. Eu Danço, an elegant progression of motion. Here the jazz really kicks in and shows its heels. Oxumaré finishes off the album with a flourish, again Björk comes to mind. That's not a bad thing at all, she is a goddess, and there is something of that to this album. Mysteriously alluring and magical.
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