Lumbre
Lumbre
Ver lumbre Cuevana 3. One, two, three – freeze! While men burn the hay in the field, children stand frozen in the landscape. The bang of a bullet reverberates. A woman’s face appears in the blue sky. A child is laying on the ground. This is how Lumbre, opens – a tragedy from which a polyphony unfolds, in four movements. (Louise Martin-Papasian)
