Little by little, the last romantics are dying.
Two or three generations listened to and performed songs like “You’re Wonderful Today”, “Is This Love?” or “You Have a Friend”, with excellent instrumental and vocal performances.
The generations of romanticism, and respect for women; Those of us who had gay friends without any differentiation, fought for ideologies and wielded the gun, the pen, and the word.
Those of us who dedicated many hours a day to our ideas, thoughts, and actions.
Those of us who invented peasant communities, rock, non-violence…
It wasn’t just the music; but also cinema and culture in general.
Se irán con nosotros Kubrick, Scorsese, Bergman, Fellini, Polansky, Allen… Clapton, JAF, Sting…
And what’s left in return?: well… A horrible scrawl they call music, which offends the ears and the soul, a depressing cinema where bullets abound and talent is absent…
I don’t want to live in this world anymore. I leave my books in case some seeker of the future finds them, reads them, and decides to transform the world. I couldn’t. This wave of bad taste and mediocrity swept away us. We only want to retreat to some faraway place.
Sentinel