Imagine a vast golden plain under Portugal’s sizzling summer sun: this is the Alentejo that Teresa Silva Carvalho paints with Florbela Espanca’s haunting poetry. In Árvores do Alentejo the trees are not just plants but fiery rebels, “bleeding” in the heat and shouting to the sky for a single, cooling spring. Their twisted silhouettes cut dramatic shapes against the horizon while the singer stands among them, feeling the same burning thirst.
Behind the vivid landscape lies a deeper cry for relief. The drought becomes a metaphor for every kind of hunger—love, hope, faith, inspiration. When Teresa pleads for “my drop of water,” she joins the tortured trees in a universal prayer: a call for comfort when life feels scorched and barren. Listen closely and you will hear both the crackle of dry earth and the heartbeat of anyone who has ever longed for renewal.