Sabina, as always, talking about his own poetic licenses for writing those words that drill your gut and your brain (as if they were any different). He is talking about his coquetish custom of wearing hats, and the will of living several lives at the same time, with the impossibility of it.
I do not know what to write about Sabina, to be true to him and even if I am not, to be true to myself. I have listen to his songs and read his poetry for so many years now, since I was a teenager when I first came across a pirated cassette with some of his songs. I think it was 1988, and Sabina was not even famous in Mexico, and I do not think he had had a mainstream hit yet even in Spain. Sabina was a challenge, his songs were not pretty, but they were hopeful, his voice was not tuned, or beautiful, but boy, it was sincere, and a lot of what he said, was a labyrinth, and still is. He was not a romantic, but talked about the feelings of romance, and the end of it, as no one else could. Now he is famous, I was even in one of his concerts in Tijuana, back in 2002, and I still admire him. His voice is even less tuned that it was 20 years ago, but his poetic licenses are as drilling as they were for me back then. He talks about other things now, but with no less conviction or lack of it thereof than he did in the past.
Toni
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