Sixty thousand people waiting.
Sixty thousand people cheering.
The rhythm of a bass recognized among the hysteria.
My black hat. My hand and my ankles in sequins.
My God, my mother, my music, my fans. I have to go out and give everything.
(Jesus Fernandez de Zayas "archimaldito")
Sixty thousand people cheering.
The rhythm of a bass recognized among the hysteria.
My black hat. My hand and my ankles in sequins.
My God, my mother, my music, my fans. I have to go out and give everything.
(Jesus Fernandez de Zayas "archimaldito")