Over a hundred years ago, when our ancestors were first brought here, the land of the village was barren and gray. Everything was dull and colorless, the wind cold and bitter. Still, our an-cestors worked hard. They built houses out of mountain stone, sewed warm, waddedcotton jackets, and planted seeds in the hard dirt. But, despite their efforts, the land refused to bear a single plant or flower. However, even though it looked hopeless, our ancestors continued to work. Then one night, when the moon was big and round, the air filled with a strange fluttering sound. Our ancestors thought that a great storm was coming and rushed inside. And a great storm was coming. With a crash, raindrops seemed to fall from the sky. Maxia hold Esperanza in one hand and Whispers in the other. This is his second offering for Shango Records. These two tracks have built the end into the beginning. Hoani Teano and Robin Hoshi are taking their tea in the Esperanza gates of Heaven!