The genius of Daniel Casares can only be understood in the same way that storms in summer or sudden changes in light are understood. You simply have to accept that it is there. His mastery is not only supported by the countless number of awards he has received throughout his excellent career, nor by the many number ones in the world who have wanted to have him on stage, but by his own existence. Because Casares does not compose in response to the needs of others, but as a result of the urgency that gnaws at him to get out of himself what his mind generates. He is in no hurry and yet the succession of notes that flow from him has no end.
And when he plays the guitar, stroke by stroke, chord by chord, the world falls into place again and is at peace with itself. The world is what it is because it is inhabited by - very few - people like him.