When Joaquín Sabina´s last album: I deny everything, lovers of his particular style, his undeniable lyrical gift, as well as his composer genius, came out, we were quickly captivated by that manifestly personal and musical confession.
Lyrics that sound like goodbye with an acid touch of mockery, as well as a constant denial of the labels that have been hanging over time and a buried assumption of his glory as a poet of the everyday, as a contradictory man and as the resurrected scoundrel from so many and so many battles.
In the end, after so many songs of heartbreak, disappointment, daily tragedy (and the love that oozes as a necessary counterweight), Sabina showed her wounds in this last album, with the particularity that they feel a little more or less like the of anyone, those that open with the mere passage of time, and that are scarred badly between guilt and longing to the slow rhythm of the songs of our lives.
However, an open offer of necessary reconciliation with oneself is also detected in this last album. In this book Even the truth, that appeasing mood of the prosecutor is detected in which oneself becomes as maturity tries to close the past.
Benjamín Prado he has been Sabina's prose companion for this book. A heterogeneous and interesting literary composition in my opinion for any type of reader.
Because although the book can be considered as an added attraction for fans, parallel to his latest and great musical work, it also ends up being an interesting work in which anyone can know the edges of the artist's life, with his part of glory and the necessary recollection, with his dedication to music as a way to convey his most intimate ideas and thoughts, about the most particular and the most general.
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