Catalan singer-songwriter Joan Manuel Serrat got involved in music at the age of 17, when he got his first guitar, to which he dedicates one of his earliest songs, "Una guitarra."
In early 60's the young artist participated in a pop band playing along with classmates at Barcelona's Agronomy School, doing mainly Beatles stuff and Italian 'pop-of-the-era' songs translated to Spanish.
In 1965, while singing in a radio show called Radioscope, host Salvador Escanilla helped him to get a record deal with local label Edigsa where he recorded his first EP, as well as became part of Els Setze Jutges, a group of Catalan artists aiming to promote a renaissance of Catalan culture after Spanish Franco's dictatorship and make it spread into popular classes.
Joan Manuel Serrat's first live stage performance in 1967 at the Catalan Music Palace, established definitely his name as one of the most important artists inside the 'Nova cançó' ('New Song') movement in Catalonia.
Next year, Spain originally entered Serrat in the Eurovision Song Contest 1968 to sing "La, la, la", but he asked to sing it in Catalan, to which the Spanish authorities would not agree. This would be the first time he came into conflict with the language politics of Francoist Spain, because of his decision to sing in his native Catalan language, repressed by Franco. After the incident, Serrat was hurriedly substituted by Massiel, who won the contest with her Spanish-language version. By that time Serrat's songs were banned and his records burned in the streets. He then traveled to South America and participated in the Rio de Janeiro's World Music Festival, where he took first place with the song "Penélope."
In 1969 Serrat released an album containing songs with texts of Antonio Machado, a well known Spanish poet of late 19th-early 20th century. This album gave him immediate fame in all Spain and Latin America though, in spite of this, his decission to sing in Spanish was still criticized in some nationalistic Catalan circles.
The release of 1971's Mediterráneo LP consolidated the artist worldwide. In 1976, Joan Manuel Serrat was acclaimed for the first time in the U.S.A. while performing in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York.
In late 1974, Serrat was exiled in Mexico due to his condemnation of arbitrary executions under Franco's regime. It wasn't until Franco's death (November 20, 1975) that Serrat was able to return to his homeland.
In January of 1995, the Spanish government gave him a medal for his contribution to the Hispanic culture. That same year, a tribute album called Serrat, Eres único was made to honor his career, featuring artists such as Diego Torres, Ketama, Rosario (Flores), Joaquín Sabina, and Antonio Flores. In the year 2000, the Spanish Association of Authors and Editors (SGAE) awarded him with one of ten Medals of the Century.
In October 2004 he revealed that he had been undergoing treatment for cancer of the bladder and in November that year he cancelled a tour of Latin America and the USA in order to undergo surgery in Barcelona, where he still lives. By that time, his wonderful song "Mediterráneo" was selected as the most important song of the 20th century in Spain.
His recovery was satisfactory, and in 2005 he went on a tour again ("Serrat 100×100") around Spain and Latin America with his lifelong producer and arranger, Ricard Miralles.
A second volume of Serrat, eres único was also released this year, featuring Alejandro Sanz, Estopa, and Pasión+Vega. Around the same time, Cuban artists such as Silvio Rodríguez, Pablo Milanés, Chucho Valdez, and Ibrahim Ferrer came together to make another tribute CD, Cuba le canta a Serrat.
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Aquellas Pequeñas Cosas
Joan Manuel Serrat Lyrics
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Que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
Pero su tren
Vendió boleto
De ida y vuelta
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
Que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
En un papel
O en un cajón
Como un ladrón
Te acechan detrás
De la puerta
Te tienen tan
A su merced
Como hojas muertas
Que el viento arrastra allá o aquí
Que te sonríen tristes y
Nos hacen que
Lloremos cuando
Nadie nos ve
The song "Aquellas Pequeñas Cosas" by Joan Manuel Serrat talks about the things that we thought were gone forever due to time and distance. It highlights how these small things leave a lasting impact on our lives and remain with us like the memories of a beautiful time in our lives. The concept of the train ticket, "boleto de ida y vuelta" (round trip ticket), is used to symbolize how these things never really leave us; they may disappear for a while, but they always come back to us.
Serrat goes on to describe how these small things are like a thief that lurks behind doors, waiting to attack us when we least expect it. We are at their mercy, like dead leaves being blown in the wind. These little things may seem insignificant, but they have the power to evoke strong emotions - to make us smile or cry even when no one is watching.
Overall, "Aquellas Pequeñas Cosas" by Joan Manuel Serrat is a beautiful reminder that it's the little things in life that matter the most. These small moments, memories and objects shape who we are and provide us with a sense of comfort and nostalgia that we carry with us through life.
Line by Line Meaning
Uno se cree
Uno se engaña a sí mismo
Que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
Pensamos que el tiempo y la falta de cercanía acabaron con las cosas
Pero su tren
Pero resulta que su tren
Vendió boleto
Compró boleto
De ida y vuelta
Para regresar y estar presente otra vez
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
Son detalles pequeños
Que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
De un tiempo feliz
En un rincón
Olvidadas
En un papel
Escritas en un papel
O en un cajón
Guardadas en un cajón
Como un ladrón
Como un secreto escondido
Te acechan detrás
Te persiguen desde atrás
De la puerta
De la vida
Te tienen tan
Te tienen bajo su influencia
A su merced
A su disposición
Como hojas muertas
Como hojas secas al viento
Que el viento arrastra allá o aquí
Que se mueven sin dirección
Que te sonríen tristes y
Que te recuerdan tiempos pasados y te hacen sentir tristeza
Nos hacen que
Nos llevan a
Lloremos cuando
Lloremos en momentos en los que
Nadie nos ve
No hay nadie más presente
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: JUAN MANUEL SERRAT
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@logan5326
🎶🎵 Uno se cree
Que las mató el tiempo
Y la ausencia
Pero su tren
Vendió boleto
De ida y vuelta
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
Que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
En un rincón
En un papel
O en un cajón
Como un ladrón
Te acechan
Detrás de la puerta
Te tienen tan
A su merced
Como hojas muertas
Que el viento arrastra allá o aquí
Que te sonríen tristes y
Nos hacen que
Lloremos cuando
Nadie nos ve (nadie nos ve)🎶🎵🥀
@logan5326
🎵🎶 Uno se cree
Que los mató el tiempo
Y la ausencia
Pero su tren
Vendió boleto
De ida y vuelta
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
Que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
En un rincón
En un papel
O en un cajón
Como un ladrón
Te acechan
Detrás de la puerta
Te tienen tan
A su merced
Como hojas muertas
Que el viento arrastra allá o aquí
Que te sonríen tristes y
Nos hacen que
Lloremos cuando
Nadie nos ve…🎶🎵🥀😔😞
@oscargueru5029
Ayer murió mi padre, en su lecho de muerte pidió que le pusiéramos esta canción. Ahora cada que la escucho se me hace un nudo en la garganta.
@bastiancabedoaris8281
Lo siento mucho amigo, espero que te quedes con un buen recuerdo de él, y que en el cielo tu padre pueda seguir disfrutando de esta buena música
@Pablo-zw4yh
Lo siento de corazón. Espero que tango Dios y su Madre reciban a tu padre
@maitejimenez3555
❤❤está cerca tuyo
@rosamariacastellanodiez9953
Te entiendo..
@Luci-jo5gj
A mi papa tambien le gustaba me hace acordar a el ❤
@campeos
Mi padre decía q el no ere viejo q llevaba mucho tiempo siendo joven la vida hay q intentar vivirla de la mejor forma yo tengo cáncer pero me río de el siempre hay q soñar en la felicidad y en la familia gracias a todos un fuerte abrazo
@brialcala4178
Mi papa murió este año y entre sus grabaciones en el celular el estaba cantando esta canción con la guitarra ❤
@irenepreuss6219
Te amo Nano hasta el infinito ida y vuelta y Rubén, mi esposo, lo sabe...
Gracias por existir...
@aracelimartinez6961
Cuando mi hijo se fué de la casa a los 18 años dejó tantas cosas... ya nunca volvió. Cuando me cambié de casa y todas ellas salieron... como lloré... 😢