If yesterday's article paid tribute to Luis Garcia Montero, today's is about a poet no less known, but quite the opposite, famous above all for his songs and his work as a singer-songwriter: Joaquín Sabina.
His full name is Joaquin Ramon Martinez Sabina, and was born in Ubeda (Jaen), in 1949. If as a Spanish singer-songwriter he is known worldwide and one of the best in national music, his poetry has nothing to envy his songs.
Here we are not going to talk about the musician Sabina, but about the poet Sabina, about whom there is also much to tell, so let's get to it.
Joaquín Sabina, poet
The poetry of Francis of Quevedo exerted a great influence on the lyrics of Joaquín Sabina. His poems speak of love, vices, disenchantment, life in general, with that certain bohemian air that always surrounds Joaquín.
Here are the books that he has published:
- Memories of exile (1976). Book of songs published in London during his exile at the Nueva Voz publishing house.
- Of what was sung and its margins (1986). Poems based on his album Inventory.
- The man in the gray suit (1989). Sets of scores.
- Forgive the sadness (2000)
- One hundred flying out of fourteen (2001). Sonnets.
- With good handwriting (2002). Collection of letters.
- This mouth is mine (2005)
- With good handwriting 2 (2005). Collection of letters.
- Sabina raw. I also know how to play my mouth (2006). Together with Javier Menéndez Flores.
- This mouth is still mine (2007)
- By return mail. Sabina espistolar (2007). Epistolary that collects the correspondence between the singer-songwriter and personalities such as Subcomandante Marcos or Fito Páez, among others.
- With good handwriting 3 (2010). Compilation of lyrics, this time including the 14 songs of Vinagre y rosas, in addition to what was published in With good handwriting y With good handwriting 2.
- The scream on the ground (2012). Compilation of poems published in the Public newspaper,
His lyrics, sometimes made music
Who is to be killed?
Often the noble is not the beautiful
nor the worst camel the cheapest,
limestone are the hands of Pilate,
ash the tumor of your hair.
The gentleman prefers her foolish,
the mademoiselles want us powerful,
So, ride so much - so much ride,
man and woman ... what a cheat shortcut.
Whore, beautiful, enlightened, marriageable?
Who to kill? Do not allow it
the hermitage of the freckles of sin.
Better to become a friar or a tortillera
than to get fond of a serranita
that devours you without tasting a bite.
"Under the bridges"
It's about living by accident
it's about going into exile in the batuecas,
it is about being born suddenly,
it's about bandaging your wrists.
It's about crying at the parades
it's about shaking the skeleton,
it's about pissing on rifles,
it is about getting into the concrete.
It's about pardoning the murderer,
it is about insulting relatives,
it is about calling wine bread.
It is about deceiving the believers,
It's about sneaking into the casino
it's about sleeping under bridges.
«Helpful vote Malgré moi»
This time, despite myself,
the hard core bleeds out
from the left of the future
like an Aguilar rose.
Llamazares flame
He calls me, but today
It is urgent to stop Rajoy
with most popular votes.
Paris will always remain
to fuck mine,
he said, between chills,
Carla Bruni to Sarkozy.
The acrat in me
between Rouco and Artapalo
choose the least bad
covering his nose.
They divorce in bulk
the anti divorce hosts,
Rato y Cascos, what a consortium
from Caínes, poor Abel.
Hope despairs
with Gallardón in sight,
there is traffic jam on the highway
pepera of revenge.
Damn laws of Hont,
slime nationalists
that squeeze Rubalcaba
against the goddess reason.
Not to mention friendly fire
that hurts but does not kill,
of the bulldog against the cat
of the Public, rest and I continue.
The polis is on fire
at the BOE imprint,
left united to the PSOE
better tomorrow than afternoon.
Voting for Zapatero
mica, feldspar and quartz,
when the ides of march
get rid of february.