“She sang a song that sounds like life; I mean it was sad. Délira knew no other types ofsongs. She didn't sing loud, and the song had no words. Itwas sung with closed lips andit stayed down in one's throat… Life is what taught them, these Negresses, to sing as if they were choking back sobs. It is a song that always ends with a beginning anew because this song is the picture of misery, and tell me,does misery ever end?”
