I was talking to myself and I said:
if you say you can only be free,
if they don't notice that you exist,
will they understand you? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't.
I was talking to myself and I said:
if you say there are those who've resisted torture
and haven't resisted adulation,
will they understand you? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't.
I was talking to myself and I said:
if you say that love is always a huge
question that lovers feed by loving,
will they understand you? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't .
I was talking to myself and I said:
if you say you aren't envious of their security
and you aren't happy with your doubts,
will they understand you? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't.
I was talking to myself and I said:
if you say you aren't Folquet from Marseille
and that singing you remember
what singing you try to forget,
will they understand you ? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't.
I was talking to myself and I said:
if you say you aren't a flatterer, or a predator,
or competitive, or a sportsman
and that you don't know how to live
in the Hispano-Catalan city where you live,
will they understand you? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't.
Talking to myself I've come to an agreement,
provisionally, and I said:
it's better to be misunderstood
than to keep silent.
Will they understand you? Won't they understand you?
No, they won't.
El cantautor y poeta extremeño Pablo Guerrero, autor de A cántaros, murió a los 78 años en Madrid tras una larga enfermedad; su obra unió canción, poesía y compromiso político durante más de medio siglo.
En un Palau Sant Jordi abarrotado, Joaquín Sabina se despidió de Barcelona con un concierto que fue al mismo tiempo un inventario de vida y un abrazo multitudinario a través de veintidós canciones que, tras más de medio siglo de carrera, ya no le pertenecen solo a él.