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Tag Archives: Barbican
Serrat at The Barbican
Serrat, thanks for the reunion It was around 1984 that I went to my first a concert by Joan Manuel Serrat. Amid tears and songs, I hugged my wife and those around us. At that time we were experiencing the terminal decline of the military regime in Argentina, the junta that had disappeared after about 9,000 people before provoking a grotesque war with Britain in the Falklands – Two bald men fighting over a comb, said the old Borges. The singer-songer writer Serrat wanted to see the democracy in Latin …
Serrat en Londres
Era alrededor del 1984 que estuve por primera vez en un concierto de Joan Manuel Serrat entre lágrimas y cantos, acompañando cada palabra y letra que recitaba, abrazado con mi mujer y con los que nos rodeaban. En esa época vivíamos la decadencia terminal del régimen militar en Argentina, ese junta que había hecho desparecer a unos 9,000 para luego provocar una guerra esperpéntica con el Reino Unido en las Islas Malvinas – dos calvos luchando por un peine, decía el viejo Borges. El Serrat de esa época quería ver …