A CURA [ e a Honra ]

It’s been about 13 years. No album release. Near radio silence.

When I ask myself about where to begin, when to begin, on which language to being, my brain freezes and words fail me. The why, the when, the how, all of it has been rendered in layers that got unpeeled by an unexpected trigger: the silence that comes after the silencing. This is not a lonely simple trigger, rather it has been a chain reaction of triggers that open pandora boxes, exposes shadows, masks that fall within and without. Masks that others had put upon me as their own distorted mirror which I had come to believe was my own image.

There is much to tell. Much too much, still much too tender at times, making me believe that whatever it is to sing, to write, to print, to release : it is not ready - hums the very thing of the hurt and silver lining. Except to be ready is not a feeling, it is a decision.

Between CURA/HONRA, A Cura e a Honra, A Cura É a Honra and Exú Yeshua, I leave here A Cura - unreleased yet free.