(en) « Octagon Music Interview » (version du sur Internet Archive), p. Once, when we were kids, and lost on a hill, under the disconsolate cry of the rain and the thrilling singing of the Queltehue, we went down to an apple-tree field and found a shortcut through an acacio. There was an old man with a baroque guitar, with his name tattooed on it. That name was Uaral. ».
