Since 1981 rafael flores (aka comando bruno) began to produce disturbing sounds in a white aromatic town called andújar (spain).

those sounds became tinged with poetry and they have been holding the contrast between the luminous mornings and the anxious dreams of the siesta. from sounds to images, the videos, the ligth breeze waves a weightless curtain. the curtain caresses a just made bed, although perhaps it made was many years ago. one can hear a row that turns suddenly into calm and in the vertigo of silence appears a spiral of dreams;voices from other places are heard. rafael flores is responsible for all this. nothing happens by chance in the demonstrations of comando bruno so much sincerity, so much restlessness, so much beauty.