Temo - Derew

With his troubadour's voice, he sings of war, he sings of love. To hardened hearts, embittered souls, he brings a glimmer of light, and he illuminates the happy and the sad. Those who weep for their lost homeland, for their village that is no more, for their relatives far away and never to be seen again; and those who enjoy moments of happiness. Breaks in life's routine. Those who remember scents, the excitement of youth, and shy serenades. Temo the Kurd: silence falls, his nimble fingers play the tenbur. We listen, we dream?(Jean Bertolino)