“I stir among the traces of that feeling of hidden passions, gathered in the Callejón de Hamell Habanero. His sound fell madly on that little and enthusiastic “angel”, who – with happy hair – looked out at everyone, smiling, as if to say: I also…

Concha Abuela took care of the coffee and those two little souls who would later embrace the music: “Angelitico” and “Sonita” so virtuous, so smiling… so much… so much…
The guitar and the father, the older ones mixed up in dialogues and chords, in fleeting melodies that would later become eternal melodies.

And Angelho wanted to run away, to look for his “I” by returning to his blue remanzo of keys, with a loving but noble rhythm. And, like an angel at last, he surrendered to the night “

Silvia González Guerra (Cuban composer)