Music for November 20th

That morning, Arias Navarro appeared on television, dreaming, to dictate the expected behavior of us: "I know that, at this moment, my voice will reach your homes broken and muffled by the murmur of your cries and prayers. It's natural. It's the cry of Spain, which feels as never before."

At home, where we were watching in pajamas and slippers, no one was crying. Rather, we laughed at the Prime Minister's final sob when he read the dictator's political testament. We ate lunch without haste. School holidays awaited us, and my sisters, who had already seen thegray"To dish out punishment," they provided the soundtrack for those days on grandpa's old record player.

The Journey to Ithaca by Lluís Llach, with that colorful cover by America Sanchez, and that other LP with the Montjuïc fountains in pink and the rays of light behind the National Palace, with which Sisa's record was sold The sun can rise any night.Yes, I have memories of Franco's death with The seventh heavenA fact which, half a century later, I believe was a very fortunate coincidence.

Pi de la Serra was also very popular, with an urban blues that began like this: "One unimportant day, / one ordinary afternoon, / I found myself in a square / the one of San José Oriol...". Pi de la Serra's music was fitting for those days. Green"Remember, you poor little bourgeois, / that the world is yours, but afterwards, / green! / I had things to say, / but sometimes you have to keep quiet. / Green!"

On TV, only the Spanish national anthem was playing. For 50 hours they televised Franco's corpse in his coffin. The dissonance ofpartThe reality was very big. Of course, there are still days when this happens.