Sisi, Serrat and 'Smiley'

I wanted this week to pull on the Hermes blanket that appears in the scenes of

, the Californian docuseries that many call boring, but that they do not stop commenting on.

At the beginning I declared that it was exhausting, enduring all those complaints from two very privileged people and who, furthermore, have received millions of dollars to do it.

But, as happens to me lately, I refocused and favored the idea that, at least, the testimony of Enrique, Diana's son, is interesting.

Because it is unique and because it is the first time that someone, since his mother did, speaks from within the British royal family and with full knowledge of the facts.

But the phone rang and it was Joan Manuel Serrat's office inviting me to one of his farewell concerts in Madrid.

I had recently coincided with him in the "chimpún"

Tricicle at the Liceu.

I greeted him with gratitude and emotion while the theater bristled with the final ovation.

Despite the noise, I could hear how Serrat murmured in my ear: "You are soft", because of my tears.

So I accepted his invitation as a continuation of that verse.

During the concert, I reviewed all my

the first time I sang the “blow by blow, kiss by kiss [we used to cover it at my school in Caracas] the road is made by walking”.

Until the time I heard

in Alcalá de Henares with Lucia Bosé.

Then she introduced me backstage to the lucid and detached musician with whom I have shared small and wonderful conversations.

I shared a seat with Maruja Torres, who is a constant inspiration.

On stage, Serrat is immense, but willing to share the wisdom treasured over years on stage.

The way in which the concert grows, disperses and returns to its path, makes the experience more exciting.

And you share it.

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Maruja, always determined, took me to say hello.

He was the dressing room of a golden age.

Iñaki Gabilondo, Ana Belén, Víctor Manuel, Miguel Ríos, Antonio de la Torre and Carmela Sabina Oliart with his mother, Isabel.

For a moment I thought, the pleasure is ours!, while everyone was very attentive to Maruja's story with José Luis Perales about when I think she tried to convince him, jokingly, that she was his daughter and not just another fan.

I felt like a prince, a little Enrique from the left.

Inside a normal California family, with more love and less money than the British royal family.

Carlos Cuevas and Miki Esparbé, in 'Smiley'.

The next day, happy, I discovered

, an LGTBI romantic comedy, with delicious normalizing lightness.

As with Meghan's Hermes blanket, on one of the walls of the Bar Bero, the epicenter of the action, Almodóvar and Lorca can be seen together, a wink that exudes a lot of the mischievous and lively spirit of the series.

Boy meets boy, loses boy, looks for a reunion, and you start thinking that diversity has taken a 360 degree turn on itself.

The gay laughs at the gay, at its clichés.

There is a necessary symmetry with a couple of girls, all involved in their sentimental stumbling blocks during Christmas in a Barcelona illuminated more prudently than Vigo.

While I was recommending it to Cova and Nai, my swimming instructors, I realized that the slow pronunciation in Spanish of

would be: it is my law, after all, it is the moral of this fiction.

More unfortunate than the romantic and Californian Sissi of Romy Schneider's films, is the Elizabeth portrayed by

with the award-winning performance of Vicky Krieps.

I always suspected that, that Sissi was more of this modern and troubled woman, caught between the person and the character and, perhaps, a little premonitory of Diana, Enrique's mother.

Before Christmas, a week of smiles and tears with Serrat, Sissi and

.

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