A spotlight illuminates Joan Manuel Serrat while the public remains standing. The applause continues and the legendary Catalan singer promises that this will be the last time they see him on stage, although he knows, deep down, that he will never stop being there. Yesterday, during his performance at the Alfredo Kraus Auditorium in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria as part of his farewell tour El vice de cantar, he once again showed what are the characteristics and gifts of an artist who has been by and for this society during the last half decade. After the appointment in the capital of Gran Canaria, he will repeat on Tuesday, June 21, at the Tenerife Auditorium, thus ending his tour of the Islands and leaving behind the indelible memory of those who saw him at those mythical concerts in the middle of the Atlantic, also the birthplace of of his singing.
With a tour that began in New York and will cover the entire peninsular geography, in addition to South America, the direct performance of emblematic themes of the popular culture of this country reached the palms and dazzled ears of those who listened to the verses that they have made unmistakable vibrato of a voice that never denied its roots.
The hubbub quickly turned to silence, only encouraged by those who chanted his name. With the tickets sold out, the direct featured songs such as Lucía, La Nana de la onion or Para la libertad. At 77 years old, he is still given to the closeness and dialogue with his admirers, reasons why he did not save on words and signs for an audience that did not give up on him.
Those crazy little ones, Those little things, Penelope, Your name tastes like grass to me… So many singles have extolled it that fingers are already missing.
He himself warned that, although he continues to compose in the future and is seen with his faithful battle partner, Joaquín Sabina, he will not be in front of a microphone again. So he had to reciprocate the affection given for so many years by those who have followed him since his beginnings refused to go to Eurovision to the one who translated Miguel Hernández for eternity and remixed Mediterranean to denounce the humanitarian catastrophe of the sea already linked to the name of him
With it he again raised cheers and souls. See you always, Serrat.
