Fernando Novalbos Sanchez: Hello and goodbye

A long time ago, someone with a princess-like name said to me: “The less the better.” She was right. In that confession, I discovered a vision of life rooted in the light of poetry, where I reflected on who I am today. the poet must exceed the sum of the addends And take the reins of emotion and leave it in print, but in the gloomy street of number 7, yes, as a result of this ungrateful concern for the future, in the essence of the heart, and although the battle of wills wins the battle of cans, when we talk about the life we ​​have left, we must not think of death. 500 nights isn’t enough to say goodbye forever in just 19 days.

But the story begins much earlier than that. The underground world of the slum called La Mandragorabetween Plaza Puerta Cerrada and La Puerta de Moros in Cava Baja, where my grandmother lived, by the way, along Calle de las Aguas, a popular neighborhood in La Latina, let’s say we’re talking about Madrid here. I found out about it from my brother, from the radio, and I’m sure through other means. All I know is that it was around 1981, at the height of the Madrid scene, and although I believe in the order of things first of all, I was interested in almost everything that came after that and continues to be interested today, and what was first was the artist’s songs, and there are probably very few left, and it was up to him that last night remained today’s morning, that’s what it was. After all, there is no greater propaganda than giving. And while many artists offered the same to those near and far, Sabina never begged, and what’s more, she provided us with countless stories that are rare among her contemporaries. Memories, friends, reasons, desires, ashes, because the words captured in the poem are the reasons for consciousness, and if it dries up, it’s bad. Remember, there’s no worse nostalgia than longing for something that never happened, and it’s all worth it once you start stringing the words together.

If happiness means making a pilgrimage from one place to another to drink from hidden roots, then I think that was the happiest time of my life. Under no circumstances did I intend to set aside human reason or profit from my personal space for the purpose of expressing some cheap fiction. Because if I’ve learned anything from fiction, it’s that it will always remain a property of imagination unless it is overtaken by reality.Things happen in life and we deal with them. I find great satisfaction in enjoying freedom of expressionI’m going to talk about a singer-songwriter who I discovered at a young age and who learned the modern and classical sensibilities together while listening to songs from the ancient times. cassette I always rallied around his route to signal the start. After all, those of us who rely on our own experiences are eager to share stories, and the protagonists, riding in a boat and rocked by the waves, not only learn how to kiss, but also to show that life is sometimes full of the stain of loneliness, so you never know which poem will be the last to come out of their mouths after this “Hello, Goodbye”, or if it will be dusting off an old song tucked away in the trunk of memories. In time, we repeat that the order of things comes first.