| The Havaneras, Spanish sailors,
stand by the cliffs and sing to us of their
voyages and their experiences. Songs of Spain's
splendour and glory, and also of the love
they had to leave behind. They light the Queimadas,
the fire drinks of the Spanish Celts, which
intoxicate the senses and numb the yearning
for home. They gaze into the distance searching
for new duties. |
