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Here you will find the history of my destiny singer.Destiny marked by vagaries divine, for the love of my parents and a seed of hope that has grown on me from the beginning, that is the extent of my dreams, those that day by day and inch for inch redescubro in the sweet glances my two loves elected: Rai and Lucía Morena...

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Victoria...

"That door was opened for your step ..."

(of the tango "Ninguna", to Manzi and Siro)

VI. THE ELECTION OF HIS SONGS

"I have received on several occasions, very pleased and not without some surprise, flattering words about the repertoire that interpret. The amazement to which I refer does not come from an underestimation of the public, but it is true that most often do not appreciate a song whose lyrics are unable to continue while listening or, in the worst case or applauds. Suscriptos as are twenty or thirty tangos fatigan the Buenos Aires night taste of the innocent tourist who only hear what you sing, it is understandable that some scenarios less pompous and more away from showbussines have become more popular these days.




Indeed, I do not know if this is good news; who spared us from the one singer who, knowing that his audience there is a couple of young Germans will want to make the tribute by singing "Caminito ', for example?. At the risk of being antipática, I would say that I do not want to stop singing the tango "Caminito ', but there are other more than a hundred beautiful tangos whose refrains not resist harangue for coreados throughout the hearing, neither the convidan applause or laughter, but are a caress for the soul and a finding for thought.


It is very likely that these compositions before the tourists suffered not understand a word of what was sung but I am not sure they are the ones who are itching to understand exactly what they hear, but few singers that in his dedication to serving the customer just interpret what they think they will be requested. Thinkers, helpful, it is also possible that others do not know tangos.


So much has been said about the voice of the idleness and I know that I go into a field that now will leave without a scratch as the horde of singers is not intuitive kicking my door at this moment and, as they say, is not here to defend themselves. It is known that on this page to get my sight and sentires pensares and if they know why the election of my repertoire is good to be knowing what they are not going to find in him and why.


I chose to sing essentially what I like, what my voice small and nasal said with genuine desire, what excited me and just makes me happy. About what I like in terms of the world of letters, which will refer not only to tango and the authors cited, but also to others who have marked me to fire from their pages. Salen well as in spades: Borges, Unamuno, Bécquer, Cervantes, Cortazar Pizarnick, O. Wilde, Neruda, B. Fernandez Moreno, O. Peace, Lord Byron, Bioy Casares, Chesterton and some Greeks left on the shelf in order not to succumb to boredom. Based on these readings I have formed my literary tastes, and from there is that I appreciate and elect Manzi, Garcia Jimenez, Silva, Cadícamo, Contursi, Discépolo Le Pera, Celedonio Flores, Charrúa and so many others who are his verses from the argument of my voice.


Already in the no less vast world of sheet music, I would say that throughout the entire jazz and blues like no other option gospel, have influenced my voice and my training in a manner revealing. However, in our folklore, I had my first contact with music and the ways of their melodies, rich as it is in rhythms and cadences. As for the tango, as well as all those who already know and admire, it is sufficient to mention a few names: Demare F. De Caro, Joaquin Mora, A. Bardi Gardel Cobián Pontier, Rosenblatt and many others. Having said that, I can say with pride that I am what I read and heard, and I like what I am."


Victoria

V. SHOUT VICTORY!

-Victoria insists-

"I happened to each song something very similar to love: I fall in love a little vals and can be sings for weeks convinced that the most beautiful ever heard, eager to sing on stage to do mine. Then one night I hear Charlo singing tango "Viejas alegrías" and love is born again and put to rest the valcesito for future evocations.

As for the act of singing itself, it could express its mystery with a very modest firulete poetic here follows: We know that the voice is the instrument of the singer, which is in turn continent and content of the sound, the emotion of the rope that vibrates in his throat. Being a guitar instrument, how do you know if the one that sleeps in its case against the closet still supported breathe?. So will the following test: he removed his coat, embrace one in his chest and the press discover that there was life there, perhaps thinking how it is that after so much time and forgetfulness still rings.

Well, I know that when singing in my chest embrace melody and poem and I give life, my instrument does not make sense otherwise, and this is how I see in almost scientific that I too am alive, still dream."

IV. MY NAME, MY GRANDMOTHER AND I

"… I will pronounce your name when I am away…"

(From tango "Mañana zarpa un barco", to De Mare and Manzi)

-Talk Victoria -

"Looking for a good bit of the singers Moran?" - Is the question that always prevails. The answer is usually prompt and brief - "No, it's the name of my grandmother." However, with a few lines of time I can tell you where they come from the Victoria and Moran.

At the beginning of the year 96 I applied to compete in a contest for the singers that I demanded a stage name or pseudonym. On behalf of my beloved grandmother Victoria called apropiarme track but also did not want his surname, Hernandez. This is how my mother recall that beautiful film "Las cosas del querer", which both had enjoyed together - with greater fervour my grandmother, daughter-Andalusians and one of his players. Angela Molina, playing Pepa Moran, charming character that shocked us forever, and there comes the idea that, rather than a surname, is a kind of middle name.

My grandmother and I Between us there was and there will always be a communion mysterious, as lightened in another time, the daughter I do not know what it lacks and caressing at one end and one almanac marked our lives somehow. I loved her and I, I do not remember if we ever said.

It was almost as a grandmother but not all appeared to be none. My grandmother told me stories not to fall asleep, there were no books at home, only old magazines where birome in hand, the girl who was entretenía are finding the seven differences. He had a prodigious memory for dates and orchestras and anecdotes of carnivals and marriages were his favorite stories, the stories of my childhood. I slept intoning a Spanish copla that his mother sang while washing, I had counted once. My small daughter Lucia also sleep well.

My grandmother does not recite poetry or knew who was Wagner or Cervantes, or the names of the constellations and the scientific explanation of the rainbow, even his legend. Barely had completed the third grade and the only person from that illustrious ever told me was Evita. Not saying much, it simply eyes filled with tears and she said that "it was beautiful and it was so good."

There was a rocking chair or collected stamps or butterflies. Not intended legarnos nor the story of a surname or a race, even a recipe for making masterful spirits. We bought, yes, stomach: vegetable ravioli, buñuelitos, potato cake, fried pies, potatoes and fried eggs… Scents of the house of my grandparents are as engrossed in my memory.

My grandmother was a wonderful, beautiful in all its human size, fat sweets and candies to deshoras any tenderness, warm, soft hair, rough hands and an innocence that no longer plentiful. It was seductive soul and arranged with little, as those who have always lived with the fair: a lipstick, a pair of necklaces and rings, a dress and a pair of shoes to quit, and a colony for several ruleros and bigudíes consist hair entrecano.

However, neither the sum of their strengths or describing their simple chores and pensares ultimately define. Whenever I sing the waltz that I wrote for her think aloud and say to the public: "That was my grandmother."

Copy then those verses that are an expression of my soul with his absence yy from the loving mark his heat in my life.

Grandmother mine…

As in a dream from afar I reach your voice

Sweet and sonorous following a slow rhythm:

What need is my hair your hands ajadas sleep,

What celestial whim of the sky was your little eyes color of wheat,

How much of your life is in my life,

How much of your absence from my pain.

Time without owner who never ceases to achieve,

Infamous fate of those who are encouraged to dream…

Napping in the afternoon your small step has been to wake up

And your hands like a pair of wings at night go out to give me shelter,

Fantasies that shelters my hope,

Dreams that fatigue… illusion!

Oh, my Grandmother,

Where were you the day you said goodbye.

How needed your chest at that moment,

Your constant tenderness, your hopeless love,

How needed to believe that was a lie,

Granny, you go without telling goodbye.

Where you now asked my sadness,

And my song you pray in shadow with her voice.

Granny, who surrendered your life with a kiss,

Ing the light that my eyes had given him God.

Victoria

III. BRIEF HISTORY OF A LONG ROAD

"Great bitch! Turns that have life !..."


(From tango "Las vueltas de la vida", of Francisco Canaro and Manuel Romero)





Victory speech:



"My life is marked by a modest paradox that runs and runs through end-to-end: something similar to the one that emerges from the popular saying "God gives bread that has no teeth." To my nearly twelve years of age had the upper and lower jaws sealed due to a disease or congenital malformation called ankylosis temporomandibular. In other words, from my first years of life until the seventh surgery to my eleven years, the margin for opening my mouth was closed due to ossification of muscles that interfere with the movement of the jaw, because I was born with the condyle Left smaller than the right. They were about ten operations over eleven years, not all successful abounded since no cases like mine, so my first five years of operation was supervised by doctors from Honduras. Finally, the late Doctor Muller, the German Hospital, all was right with his talent in the intervention and treatment he needed: my mouth finally opened and closed normally. At the age of twelve and could leave the imprint of my bite into a slice of pizza, biting the flesh of a peach and of course, open my mouth to modulate the new chamamé "Merceditas" or tango "Caminito" two great successes meetings with the family. While the gift of singing emerged from a very small, even before my first performance after five years at the patron saint festivities in San Gabriel, Victoria Moran was born much later, unexpectedly. So I was almost an irony of fate that being the singer of this area of my mouth so fragile for so many years. I never imagined we would sing the grace over time to become my profession, in the bread of my belly and my soul is blessed forever who can work with joy in what he wants. The price of such a struggle today is just a story, just moneditas in relation to everything beautiful that life gave me afterwards."

II. HOW STARTED

"With twenty aprils I came to the centre ..."
(From tango Pu8cherito de gallina, of Roberto Medina)





... And the lot, who is a woman, gave squarely with Victoria a warm January 1996, when listening as usual-and admiration-the Black Dolina learned some competition tango singers in the street Cesar Diaz at the height of Artigas. Were it not for the history of the block from the Angel Gray, which followed Dolina brought the story to mention that artery, perhaps Victoria had not been shaken sleep already progressed, both as to record an address on a piece of paper wandering never missing from your table light. That is to say, Victoria wants to be known now and forever, that the fate gave him letters girlfriends and one of those cards is undoubtedly the stamp Alejandro Dolina. And it was not the only one, of course. Here in Villa Urquiza took its first signs as a singer or singer, as he likes to say, winning the contest finally three months later, and this time the gavel fell two decks accurate and faithful: Luis Cardei and Antonio Pissano. It was they who immediately understood that Victoria had just started to have a name within the landscape tango, as the pseudonym Victoria Moran, borrowed from his beloved grandmother, was new both for her and for the public.
And there, at that same audience, and Antonito Luisito were always smiling and applauding the humble rarity in the voice and repertoire: "Romantica", "Vamos, vamos zaino viejo", "Nobleza de arrabal", "Como tú", "Yo tan sólo 20 años tenía" , rarities, like brand. Victoria had won the contest and good law prize: recording an album and six months contract with "La casita de mis viejos", the local tango where the contest took place. Although the months passed without news of the prize, she was still desgranando tangos, milongas and valsecitos embelesada by the figures that he was aware of and the public and recognized with their applause, their affection and the respectful silence that prevailed when Victoria sang.
However, the prize never arrived, but others came from the friendly hand of Luis Cardei when invited to sing as much as Avenida Corrientes, in coffee Forum Gandhi. There was twenty aprils Victoria, as the waltz -was eighteen- but as the tango and said she had "come to the center".

I. ITS HISTORY

"I had that house I do not know what soft charm ..."

(Excerpt of tango Marionetas, of Tagini and Guillandut)




Victoria Moran born a November 17, 1977, and although Villa had wanted to be born in Spain, his neighborhood of a lifetime, what does Barracks because there was the Sanatorium of the Social his father. However, this does not bode arrabalero a destination by the mere fact of having been born in a slum markedly tango. Apart from his birthplace, Victoria knows he was born to life at Villa Spain, Berazategui city, and it is what counts. In the house they erected elbow to elbow their parents, Silvia and Alberto, compared to the ways of the old Railway Station Rock. Surrounded by green and sunny, with a background full of aromas and flavors that always, in the amount of time, will be longing for his childhood: dahlias, madreselvas, tomatoes, cherries, figs, grenades and even bergamotas. One vine, a courtyard, a poultry house, a perimeter tacuaras and clear their streets of dirt, now reduced to a number-the 30 - but still unpaved.

And there was the tango in the beginning, but the guitar creole his father and arousing zambas chacareras in joyous to be improvised rocks at his house until the sun emerged. They take their first lessons in singing, improvisation, harmony and pitch their parents harmonizing a duo, a singer joining the first voice and another and another.

Sharpen the ear, Victoria always knew he was singing, rather than a mandate or a destination, a joy to her soul. Over time understood that it was also a gift inherited from the sky and could embrace their sentences sing them for a while.
So Victoria sings, no matter what or where. Singing at all times and in every family reunion, always on a par with his father who was his first teacher and one of the first to insist that "the babe singing" among babas and auguries. Both he and his mother and sister Bethlehem arrival at the world eleven years after Victoria had always been his most loyal audience: accompany, criticizing, holding and counseling. And that may not refuse mother and sister are undoubtedly their advisers apparel, when Victoria gets emperifollar a bit.


"Mama, I want a boyfriend That the dance is crumple as a bandoneon ... "

(Excerpt of tango Mama I want a boyfriend , to Ramon Collazo and Roberto Fontaina)


Some people call it fate, chance, fate, a miracle. Most skeptics prefer to speak of worthiness, reward, fruit uprooted to life by years of caring dreams since its seed. The meeting in Victoria and Rai is a bit of this and that, without doubt, has been in the path of the singer a sort of signal, a light illuminating, a hand to hold on and go. That is the hand that accompanies unconditionally Victoria since October 1998, when they met through the tango and thank him. Present at every pitfall that Victoria sorteó to get where we see, already installed in the landscape tango is his inseparable partner and admirer. Together they made love and walk the rest came in addition. Today, they are the parents of Lucia Brown, born in August 2003, sweet and loving synthesis of a story that is always dreamed beginning.