On the tracks of an ancient railroad the blues follows its erratic journey of metaphors about dislocation to
the world and the desire for livery. As an autobiographical chronicles of a loner strumming his personal
catastrophe in a poetic lament. It not only talks about himself but witnesses invisible lives, actors and stories.
The blues is a state of mind: its rebellious notes are distorted with sarcasm, always low and low, in order to
disrespect Western codes of musicality, rescuing an ancestral sensibility that cannot be silenced.