Stone, strings, and song. Anacronía takes the stage with Rita Morais, weaving a vibrant tapestry of baroque textures in a room built of time itself. Under the watchful weight of a granite wall, music blooms—flute, voice, harpsichord, and strings echoing like firelight across the room.
There’s elegance here, but also earth. A grounded kind of beauty. Every note feels sculpted, every gesture purposeful, as if sound were carving its way into the stone.
This is not just a performance. It’s a revival. A ritual. A fermata that breathes through centuries.












