Benjamin’s art is not only perceived but is also thought-provoking. As the first notes emerge from the piano, I think of him as an island, wild and small, floating proudly, free and alone near a densely populated archipelago.
Desde la orilla, en el cálido salón circular de Villa Lena, oímos el rumor de su brisa susurrando a las hojas, rugiendo entre las olas y cómo su voz se alza, brama y se precipita sobre las rocas.
