Inspiration and joy 💃 Malaga Fair 2023

Greetings to all the Q Inspired-by-Music community, this is the first time I post here and I love to do it.

A few days ago the fair that characterizes my city took place in my city. Once a year, in the month of August, the streets get dressed up and the joy is noticeable wherever you walk.

But especially in the street Marqués de Larios there are songs, coplas, dances, verdiales and a lot of music that are part of the folklore of this place.

I have been living in Spain for five years, and I came from Argentina. My grandfather was Spanish, born in Madrid and travelled to Argentina when he was only two years old, with all his family of origin.

As a child and even as an adult he listened to Spanish songs and music.

I attended the fair with my mother, who was behind me while I was filming.

When I finished filming I turned around and she was crying. I asked her what was going on, why she was crying, and she told me that all this brought back many memories of my grandfather, who used to sing these songs, and all that emotion, which my mother expressed at that moment, was inspired by this music, by the lyrics, the dances and the atmosphere of joy.

That day, the sounds, the joy, the songs, but above all the guitars dancing with their folkloric sounds, touched my mother and also my memories of my family, who left this land many years ago, in 1927, and today we are here living its culture in the flesh.

The colours, the happy people, made for a very special atmosphere and energy.

My mother was crying with emotion, tears were falling, but she knew that many memories of anecdotes that my grandfather told were now being lived.

It was a very special moment that inspired the music of this land, of its people and the joy is very contagious.

Booths with different articles flooded the street, but one caught my attention, one from which hung many guitars in the midst of a lot of colour.

Further along a group of people played more music, arranged in a circle and people crowded around this group.

Every step we took, we found people singing and dancing, and of course lots of people, especially women, dressed in the typical flamenco dress.

It was a lovely outing and a nice chat with my mother, where she told me about her childhood experiences when she saw my grandfather and her grandmother listening to this kind of music, even though they were not originally from Andalusia.

A lot of history is lost in time, but I like to know as much as I can about my ancestors and their experiences.

I was walking, but I was looking at her and her happy face as she listened to all that singing behind the joyful music was unquenchable. Even if that happiness showed through so much emotion. She enjoyed it so much. She was telling me to record that one too... and that one... and that one... let's stay here a while longer, until, at one point, in the midst of so many people, I lost sight of her.

She was in another world, a happy one.

After a while looking for her, I could find her, she was also looking where I was.

Everything was a party, a party where the protagonist was the songs, the instruments and the dance of the people of Malaga. And those protagonists were the key to bring back many beautiful memories that fill the soul.

The fair came to an end, but surely next year we will come back and new chats will come up filling the spirit.