O gente da minha terra 

I´m learning to read and write and I like to do it on my own. All help is very welcome

Dear Fran,

It was a gift.

A day my lady found me listening to her, not to my lady. she was singing Chuva. She was Mariza.

      My lady knew the singer would sing in Castro Marim, near Ayamonte and she asked me if I wanted to go to the concert. As my answer was Yes, she gave me the ticket. In this way I could be very close to the stage, immediately behind local authorities and personalities.

      I have to admit that the beginning was a bit cold —though it was a hot night. The part I more liked to was when she sang fados and tradicional songs from Portugal. When one listen to those stories it seems you are in another time. Yet the second half was fantastic even though the better came at the end.

      She sang a new version of Barco Negro, incredible; then she surpassed herself with a song I hadn´t hear before but in a superb voice and when the singer came down the stairs, hugged her little son (I knows how much a child is loved — conceived in those circunstancies)

Nunca cantei tão baixinho
Este amor dentro de nós
Quando adormeço o menino
No berço da minha voz

Os meus braços no seu leito
São rios de uma paixão
Nas margens onde me deito
Há o bater do coração

and started to sing O gente da minha terra… I was moved to tears.

      Elegantly, breaking the protocol and her security, she got involved in the middle of people. This woman approached to some persons in wheelchair and they exchanged some words. Hence her magnanimity.

      Y. a.

      Mary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h3w7UfDRTw