The best song on this album must be "Manhattan", which I cannot hear without being deeply affected after the September 11 tragedy. Yet I'm also partial to the rendition of "Na Baixa do Sapateiro", with the horn section outlining Joan Gilberto's original in a manner that is peculiarly eerie and disembodied, as if to tell that there is no way we can capture the past however we try (which is the theme of the song itself). Other than these two the material is somewhat uneven, like I find in most of Caetano's albums.