Lloza is the name of a village that encloses a little drop of existence. One of many that come and go in this world.
A universe of experiences that begins from the most precarious youth. That nostalgia of which here is represented that moment we don't remember until our whole life is ending. That moment as of wich uncountable experiences rain over our hearth until they fill an entire life.
That moment whose distance shows the richness of a life without resources and the ingenuity of that moment.
Desde Lloza sí
con xelaes y vírgenes que había...
¿Quien se iba a acordar d'aquello?
Cuando era gua.he
íbamos descalzos... ¡descalzos eh! xelando y todo,
desde Lloza a Cartabio.
¿Donde taben los zapatos, ni les zapatilles, ni nada...?
Eu taba'n Loza, un pueblu que llamen Loza.
Allí. Allí nací yo.
Translation:
From Lloza, yes
with frosts and everything...
Who was able to remember that?
When I was a kid, we used to go barefoot... barefoot!, freezing and everything,
from Lloza to Cartabio.
Where were our shoes, or slippers, or whatever...?
I was in Loza, a village named Loza.
There. There I was born.