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The Last Heartbeat
If only the darkness would stop calling me, in my last heartbeat. If only the edge of that voice didn’t cut me, perhaps I could move forward in my life. But no, it’s…
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Confinement
I will try to escape from this cage. From this Confinement. I will organize my room. I will pack my clothes. I will be ready to leave and start over... Bahhh there's no…
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Who Has Stolen My April?
Since 1988, on his sixth album, writing in “certain bars in Madrid whose name I don’t want to remember,” JoaquĂn Sabina cried out with his torn voice: Who has stolen my April? It’s…




