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Vice and virtue

November evenings are a plaid blanket on the sofa and the street still bare of Christmas lights. A parade of umbrellas and faces of urgency. Each house, a fortress against winter. Songs that are put on … Read More

As an angel falls

The flashes of the lighthouse illuminate the sky of the living room. Four flashes every twenty seconds. They break into a thousand pearls of light, white flashes in the galleries opposite. Solitude is an adverb. The sky is dark pink this morning, … Read More

Leave our people alone

The cultural police strike again. Now against Hombres G for Suffer, you bastard. It's all so grotesque and laughable that at first you think it's a joke, that it's someone making fun of the hysteria of the … Read More

The girl of the wind and the moon

Leticia Rey sings with her hands, with her eyes, she caresses each word, she shapes the notes when she whispers or when she touches the sky with her voice, and she lets stanzas fly over the waves of subtlety of her guitar.Read More

A night of rain and songs

Lugo. A curtain of rain, the ground shining with ochre sparkles, and a multicoloured forest of umbrellas. A couple in their fifties, not separating themselves a millimetre from each other, their gaze fixed on the still empty stage, crowned … Read More

Both thinking about the same thing

The sun was in a hurry to leave behind the horizon. A pink light on the white sand of Gandarío, and the sea silent, calm and expectant. Everything last night was a suspense, a hope of communion, a longing for … Read More

Poti in Chaston

The 90s were difficult. At the very least, they didn't have the potential of the 80s to break the mould, people with more or less talent had already died or were about to fold the napkin, and the electronic music of Carrefour was… Read More

The night without Chanel

She has a cat bigger than her boyfriend, who wears an oversized basketball jersey but it's too small for him. I watch them ignore each other through the window, like two rusty links. She strokes the cat with Rosalía's nails, rolls her thumb… Read More

Rafa Almarcha's balm

A tear with In 53Maybe because I'm the child who left. Or because I'll soon be the one who sees him go. Of course, it's Rafa Almarcha, lulling hearts since 1968. A new sun has been born, his new album… Read More