Os Indios da Meia Praia - Dulce Pontes, Afonso, Jos
Se Voaras Mais Perto - Dulce Pontes, Afonso, Jos
Novo Fado da Severa (Rua Do Capelao) - Dulce Pontes, Dantos, Julio
Povo Que Lavas No Rio - Dulce Pontes, Campos, Joaquim
Lagrima - Dulce Pontes, Gonçalves, Carlos
Fado da Sina - Dulce Pontes, De Vale, Amadeu
Zanguei-Me Com O Meu Amor - Dulce Pontes, Barbosa, Linhares
As Sete Mulheres Do Minho - Dulce Pontes, Afonso, Jos
Instrumental E Apresentaçáo - Dulce Pontes, Filipe, Rui
Lusitana Paixão - Dulce Pontes, Micaelo, Fred
Track Listings (9) - Disc #2
Que Amor Não Me Engana - Dulce Pontes, Afonso, Jos
Arabe - Dulce Pontes,
Canção Do Mar - Dulce Pontes, De Brito, Frederico
Cuidei Que Tinha Morrido - Dulce Pontes, De Mello, Pedro Hom
Estranha Forma de Vida - Dulce Pontes, Marceneiro, Alfredo
A Brisa Do Coração - Dulce Pontes, De Melis, Francesco
Laurindinha - Dulce Pontes, Traditional
Lagrima - Dulce Pontes, Gonçalves, Carlos
A Brisa Do Coração - Dulce Pontes, De Melis, Francesco
Since the death of Amalia Rodriguez, Dulce Pontes has been the queen of Portuguese fado (the word translates literally to "fate"). Times have changed and what was once a cry wrung from the guts of Lisbon's bawdiest waterfr... more »ont dives now often falls somewhere between a polite drawing room exercise and trivial pop. This live double CD captures a singer in her vocal prime and proves that she is not a studio phenomenon but a concert artist of the first order. Her pipes are miraculous, and comparisons to Barbra Streisand are more apt than not, and on several levels. In Pontes's hands, the old-time dignified despair of fado materializes in fits and starts, although minus much of its bracing vulgarity. But whether she will evolve beyond mere histrionics to achieve that intimate understanding of tragedy shared by the greatest fadistas remains to be seen. --Christina Roden« less
Since the death of Amalia Rodriguez, Dulce Pontes has been the queen of Portuguese fado (the word translates literally to "fate"). Times have changed and what was once a cry wrung from the guts of Lisbon's bawdiest waterfront dives now often falls somewhere between a polite drawing room exercise and trivial pop. This live double CD captures a singer in her vocal prime and proves that she is not a studio phenomenon but a concert artist of the first order. Her pipes are miraculous, and comparisons to Barbra Streisand are more apt than not, and on several levels. In Pontes's hands, the old-time dignified despair of fado materializes in fits and starts, although minus much of its bracing vulgarity. But whether she will evolve beyond mere histrionics to achieve that intimate understanding of tragedy shared by the greatest fadistas remains to be seen. --Christina Roden