Thousands of pilgrims have walked through the doors of in Madrid. They have sat in the faded booths of El Corral de la Morería . They have tried to find the exact street corner where "the taxi left us in the middle of nowhere."
The genius of Sabina’s discography is that he is never the hero of the disco. He is the furniture. He is the guy in the corner with the crooked tie, the unlit cigarette, and the look of a man who just realized the love of his life left him six months ago. discos joaquin sabina