Title: The lagrimas were mine
Product review: Dulce Pontes can sing. What she can't do, apparently, is decide whether she wants to be Enya, Celine Dion, ABBA, or the Bulgarian Women's Chorus. I really wanted to like this album, but Pontes's histrionics, heavily underscored by overdubbing and some truly bizarre arrangements, prevented me from doing so. I'll stick with Amalia Rodrigues, muito obrigado.
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