A female songwriter that has appeared on Faerie Magazine.

Located in the Atlantic Ocean, La Palma is one of the Canary Islands that attracts travelers due to its natural beauty (volcanoes and black beaches). The whole island of La Palma is cone-shaped and its tallest peak is located 2426 meters above sea level. Don’t worry: the last eruption was recorded in 1971. Its coast is permanently inhabited by dolphins (not only, here you may be able to see cetaceans as well. The main part of the local diet is fish, but the inhabitants (among which a woman singer-songwriter), are very fond of thick vegetable soups (with either potatoes or fish). The restaurant atmosphere is rustic, but with an intimate dining room. La Casa del Volcán http://www.lacasadelvolcan.es/ is one of the best places on the island to enjoy exquisitely prepared Canarian dishes.

In 2006 she released her official debut album which compiles 19 of her songs (as well as two booklets with her illustrations). Her music, based in the spectral spellbinding of fairytales, can be classified as “ethereal gothic”. She is a singer-songwriter and fantasy illustrator. Born in La Palma (Canary Islands), PRISCILLA HERNANDEZ https://priscillahernandez.com/ is now based in Barcelona. Her second album was released as an illustrated digibook, late 2011. She premiered in the United States (both in the West Coast and East Coast), along with bands like Faun and Trillian Green. Melodies that weave a unknown kingdom. Listening her music, you to can discover angelic voices and meaningful lullabies, together the spellbinding dark side of fairytales.

FEEL THE THRILL – It´s always hard for the first or the last lamb in a row. Oh yes we know it’s even harder for the odd ones out that are not ready to go with the flow, but ahh. The wild side grows strong in me it breaths so sweet and alive and now it’s drumming louder and louder, captive by the beat of Homeland Call. Homeland calls and then I’m running in sweet release. Joyful bliss when I feel these coils unwinding, bearing only my freeborn spirit and startled gaze. I’m back into the woods. Oh I could howl to the moon, feel the thrill of the wild side and keep on running. It’s a long, long way cut those roots out from where you don’t belong. Dust can settle. You shall not and leave them in their cages spinning in their wheels. You were always wild and free and now it’s drumming louder and louder. Follow unafraid to glimpse beyond further on calling and then I’m running in sweet release. Joyful bliss, then I feel these coils unwinding bearing only my freeborn spirit and startled gaze. I’m back into the woods. Oh I could howl to the moon feel the thrill of the wild side. Just the thrill of the wild side and keep on running. It’s a long, it’s a long, long way.

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