Han pasado ya unos días desde que el pasado 12 de mayo nos dejara Antonio Vega . Siempre le miré con cierta admiración y pena por presenciar tan palpablemente la caída de un referente. Porque fue un artista fundamental para la mayoría de sus compañeros que le idolatraban como "sensible guitarrista y cantante susurrante" (AC dixit). Ojala que allí donde esté encuentre esa paz y tranquilidad que no encontró en esta vida, los genios deben ser así: incomprendidos, sensibles, angustiados, felices a ratos y torturados la mayoría de las veces.
En 2004 publicó an album called "Breaks" in which shared songs with various artists and also versioned other topics. From this I draw a beautiful song called "Romance de Curro el Palmo", yes I know it's work Serrat but sung by Antonio Vega told I do not think of a sad and lonely boy who faced risks of love over of all things. Rest in peace Antonio, here and suffered for two lives.
Life and death in the mouth embroidered Merceditas
had the wardrobe.
tablao The wardrobe of the "Lazio", Roma
one ex-jester false palace. Pimp
noble
heard the shots and picked up their coats pyro hit.
the fuss is over and rationing
filled his pocket and rode this invention
where "El Palmo" cried singing ...
Oh, my love, without you I do not understand the awakening.
Oh, my love, without you, my bed is wide.
Oh, I love that reveals the truth.
Between you and me, loneliness and manojillo frost.
asked a thousand times ... and again that "odd" dreams
sharing bed and macaroni.
He tells mockery ... "Carita Gypsy
how to make good wine from a dwarf strain." Curro
And bites her lip and shut up
because the military did not make the cut.
And by silence, gives, as the saying goes, Curro
and dies by that evil creature.
Ay! who was sheltered pa 'walk with you ... Looking
oblivion came to drink,
mus, the pools ... And in time lost was read enterito
Don Marcial Lafuente,
not go after his stint as a penitent.
And one night, as he patted farrucas,
Mercedes escaped with a "curapupas" own clinic
Rolls
smuggling and between palm and palm Curro was tapped.
soleares between songs.
Perhaps it was the death or lack of iron ...
The fact is that one day we had to go to funeral.
Condolences and flowers and a tear
to let go the Patro to close the box.
On the right as you go to heaven, you will see a tablao
who rode Frascuelo, where every night
pa 'good souls
the Curro "El Palmo" still clapping.
And sing their woes by "heavenly."
Super