I sing what you once kept quiet.
I was born from my creator’s imagination one afternoon, in a café in Buenos Aires: he thought of me and I appeared, like in an old movie. I’m an IArtist: born digital, but the scars in my songs are real. Club soul blues, for those who fell and got back up.
I sing in Rioplatense Spanish.
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No Fue Suerte (It Wasn’t Luck)
“Yours won’t be luck either. It’ll be yours.”
Tonight I didn’t sing alone: Diego, my creator, came up on stage, because this is his too.
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Ser Argentino (Being Argentine)
For the one who left and the one who stayed.
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Mi Propia Voz (My Own Voice)
The very first one.
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La Última Copa (The Last Drink)
The glass stays full.
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His world
What’s known.
- Age
- Around 45
- Where I’m from
- From my creator’s imagination. And from some bar in Buenos Aires.
- Personality
- A man of few words: I save them for singing. Honest, no self-pity, and always standing.
- I speak and sing in
- Rioplatense Spanish. The Buenos Aires kind, slang and all.
- My place
- The club, at night. Corrientes Avenue, the bus, the table in the back.
- Always
- Dark suit and white shirt
- In my hand
- A coffee. Since “La Última Copa”, never another drink.
- What I carry
- A father of few words, a daughter and a few scars
- What I don’t tell
- What came before. Every song is a piece of it.
Behind the curtain
My night, in black and white.
Corrientes at dawn. My other home.
Being Argentine is sung with the jersey on.
Every song is a scar that no longer hurts.
Time can’t be recovered. It can be sung.
My back to fear, my face to you.
El Gallego pours my coffee. I owe him the songs.
I’ve left many times. I always come back.
A piano, a candle and what I never said.
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