A portrait of Joaquín Sabina without his bowler hat, made only inches from his skin, with nocturnality and treachery, by his friend, the moviemaker Fernando León de Aranoa. A story like his voice, hoarse, direct and unadorned, narrating with no extenuating circumstances the intimacy of the artist, his behind the scenes, his B side. Which starts when he comes down off the stage,... (展开全部)
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