La musicalísima presents Beatriz Inédita

November 6, 2020

When the prestigious intellectual Miguel Barnet asserts that not just anyone is a glory of Cuba like Beatriz Márquez, he praises, through this just evocation, someone who has recreated for her people the lattice of a prodigious work as an interpreter.

Not without reason has she been baptized as the Most Musical One, in full consonance with the effervescence of her countless musical successes. However, every great artist has in their repertoire an extra trick up their sleeve to surprise us, and in that sense, the Egrem label has made it possible for us to enjoy, with the CD Beatriz Inédita, a cluster of songs recorded by the diva between 1978 and 1993 in the studios of that record company, but which until now had not been compiled in a phonogram.

Obviously, the album presents us with songs from long ago, but don't think for a moment that this is a visit to an antiques museum, since we must not forget the personality we have had to make this proposal.

If for important figures of universal culture, music is the architecture of sounds, then we come to the conclusion that Beatriz Márquez's art is like the load-bearing wall that supports the building of her songs. It doesn't matter that only some of the pieces that make up the album in question were broadcast on the radio at the time, as happened with her interpretation of Te conozco by Silvio Rodríguez, or the 1978 version of Este amor que se muere by Juan Formell.

We shouldn't be concerned either that we find songs by other renowned composers, such as Juan Almeida in Esta noche no voy, and José Valladares with Usted no sabe lo que quiere, works that we hardly find familiar.

Simply, when heard in the voice of Beatriz, we confirm once again that, if it is the authors who bring such compositions to life, she achieves, as few do, that we feel them grow larger, like songs among our souls.

When the Apostle José Martí grants us the poetic certainty that "the elements of a cooled star are in a grain of wheat," then, for Beatriz, her search for truth appears sheltered by the gift of delivering us marvels in the act of singing.