In the dark days when you think that light will never return, at times when the chest is too small to a heart on the run, in enclosed spaces that take hold of your members on the morning of anger and rage directed at you, at times when you think nothing good can become, in all these times, in all those places I always find a hole for a song of Quique Gonzalez, perhaps the greatest pop singer-songwriter or rock or whatever that has emerged from the generation of Enrique Urquijo and Antonio Vega. In Quique and I rely on mine on days like this, long days and tense days that look set to explode and leave collateral victims everywhere.
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