Caerán lóstregos do ceo

It is the still, almost frozen image of something that looks like a person (is it a person or a demon?) who raises his arms and, in a fascinating way, gets the rays to fall from the sky, as called upon and released by that strange and ghostly creature. The earth rumbles, the sound squeezes and the images dazzle for their grueling. Starting from the stories about the damn Santa Compaña galega and the poems of Rosalía de Castro (a great figure of modern Spanish poetry), Canoura gets an atmosphere from other times, where the myths fight with the most earthly elements. Spectres, fire and abstraction. Paradoxically, the return to the roots ends up pushing us to unknown limits. Or, if we put it in another way, the tradition closest to our blood is, also, timeless. FERNANDO VÍLCHEZ