Who is reina mora

It had been a fitful night of tossing and turning in my springy single bed in my dusty, closet-sized bedroom in our rented apartment in Cornudella De Montsant.

Just like every other night I could remember. La Reina Mora : an intimidating fissure that had cracked me open wider and then stitched me closed tighter than any piece of rock ever had.

The moves, the length, the obviousness of the path—it was a king line, or rather, a queen line. Despite needing almost a dozen tries to feel comfortable on the unpleasant crack section at the beginning of the route, and giving myself the handicap of using sticky-rubber kneepads to make the one bad rest a decent one no Spaniards use kneepads , I felt confident a send would come after fairly little effort.

But La Reina is a fearsome queen who demands respect and so much power-endurance. At that late stage, I had little respect for the climb or myself.

I was terrified of her. My feelings for her bordered on hatred. No, that would be too perfect. A thick, dark cloud layer hung low over Siurana. A slight breeze blew through the air. Though it came from the direction of the Mediterranean Sea, bringing with it some humidity, it felt comforting. As I warmed up on my favorite moderates at the sector. Walking back over to El Pati, I spotted Jonathan [Siegrist] hanging from his rope at the crux of his project — La Rambla , the classic 5.

It had been beyond inspiring to watch an on-fire Jonathan piece together La Rambla astoundingly quickly. I slipped off way below the crux on a move that I did easily yesterday. The scene at the base of the climb was more energetic than usual. Dogs barked, and encouragements were shouted up to people on the wall in English and Catalan.

The pine trees waved gently in the wind. The pitch of half a dozen boisterous conversations grew louder and louder until someone bolting a new route on a cliff opposite us ripped a massive block off the wall that crashed through the trees to the ground. The sound thundered and echoed off the narrow canyon walls. The conversations stopped for a brief moment and then carried on as if nothing had happened.

The nagging need to check in with myself could no longer be ignored; I had reached a threshold. With nowhere else to turn to find some quiet space, I took a short walk away from the crowd towards the woods.

Like, really? I glimpsed the top layer of what was inside and silently gasped. My eyes started filling up with tears. How had I let myself fall so far down this hole? Modesty aside, how would you describe yourself? I am outspoken, strong minded and stubborn. When I set my mind to do something I do it full speed ahead no looking back even if I fall or make mistakes I get back up and keep going.

What genre, if any, would describe your music and how did it feel to have your three singles released in be received so well? My music is Alternative Latin infused pop. You are about to release your first full album.

What is it titled? Can you share a bit about it? The good, the bad and the ugly sides I hide. Which is why my music is my therapy, my getaway and sanctuary that I hope helps make other people feel less alone in this crazy uncertain world we live in. Your music at times incorporates your Latin roots. Is that something organic to you or is it an artistic choice? I want people to know that Puerto Rico is a beautiful melting pot of people filled with culture and pride that is ingrained in us since birth.

I spent some time with her in the hospital the weeks leading up to her passing and I read her poetry books I brought. She is using her voice, both as a singer and a songwriter, to touch and inspire people, to open minds and hearts, and to entertain while doing it.

Reina Mora is an artist and an entertainer, never sacrificing one for the other. Her drive to persist against all odds is what sets her apart and fuels her to keep writing. Open App.