Tony was in love with Spain.
He resonated with the vibrations of the duende of the flamenco.
He felt the sorrow of the civil war in his heart.
The bloody rain in this masterpiece is a witness of this sentiment.
Yet there us a sheepherder with a staff, in Andalousia. Maybe it was also about caring. Dreaming about a kind woman. Missing Spain.
He lived for half a year in Casares, Andalusia. A strange town, where the three witches in black still brew their potions...
Antwerpen 1987
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