She found her seat shortly after arriving at the venue
The Town Hall of Manhattan
The very same one she would pass daily
On her commute to work
The crowd was very mixed, people of all backgrounds
Of different ages, all sharing a great taste in music
She had no idea of what to expect
After all, it was her first time going to a concert alone
But she wasn't the only one
The woman next to her just happened to buy her ticket
That very evening about a half hour before
There was an opening act
A woman of whom she had never heard of before
But with the dimmed lights and her closed eyes
She was able to enjoy each sound that came out of
The singer's mouth
Like a Shakespearean sonnet whispered in her ear
She was able to fall in love with the song, it's lyrics, it's tone and its feel
Then the woman of the hour
The one that said that she wanted to be more than 'just a black girl'
Because for her, it's important to be 'every girl'
And why not?
Why not embrace the pain and the joy of every girl
And let it out
In a song that was all her own
And could never belong to anyone else
It was the way that she accompanied a story
To the melodic raspiness of her voice
The voice that went up and down with feeling
The timber of her voice was so strong
That you could feel the blues inside your chest
The way she did
The timber of her voice was so strong
That you could feel bulería alegre with each heartbeat
The way she did
A story of beauty is what she is
Because of the honesty that she so openly has
There is nothing wrong with saying the truth
Be it good or bad
And that's what she does
Teaching the listener that 'we all go through it'
Seeing Buika live is an experience for the heart, for the ears and for the mind!
-Bionica
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