Story & Music Evening - Bar Esperanza - 14th May 2026 - 5pm

 



The Written Word Group in association with Bar Esperanza are proud to present:

 A Night of Music, Story Telling & Poetry.

Date: Thursday 14th May 2026 - 5pm

Location: Bar Esperanza

Avenida Andalucía, La Alfoquía 

(next to / junto a Arboleas Oil gas station)

Contact: 642 52 21 01 (To book a table)
Expectations: High
This Story & Music Night, is about connection: between voices and listeners, between memory and imagination, between the stories we share and the music that we carry within us.

A storyteller isn't just a narrator—they're our oldest guides. In ancient Ireland, they were as valued as kings, and ever since those first campfires were lit at the dawn of time, they’ve been our teachers, our entertainers, who nudge the world toward change.

Each performer brings a little piece of their own journey, and hopefully together we’ll shape something that only exists here in this place at this time at this moment.May you hear a poem that stays with you, a song that follows you home, and a story that opens doors you did not know was there.
Music on the night will be provided by the vocal talents of our very own local superstar, Dave Dees. With his medley of hits from the greatest artists of our generation.


Everybody is welcome. So come on down and enjoy the show.

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Bar Esperanza se llena De buen rolloHoy calentamos motores por qué last mejores noches empiezan en jueves.Que incluyen encuentros con autores, narraciones, dramatizaciones, actuaciones musicalesJueves 14 de mayo de 2026 - 17:00
Bar Esperanza is buzzing with good vibesWe’re getting things going today, because the best nights start on Thursdays.Including author meet-and-greets, storytelling, dramatic performances, and musical performances.Thursday 14th May 2026 - 5pm


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