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2015-2017

Dialogue:

Julio Sosa – Rocío Jurado.
“Woman, don’t cry”

By Lucía Lijtmaer

A dialogue between Julio Sosa and Rocío Jurado. “Woman, don’t cry” – O Production Company

Julio Sosa, smoking and suffering. ¿Smoffering? ¿Suffoking?

Seaside or countryside. Passive or active. Reformer or revolutionary. Life is full of choices and identifications, like everything in general. Sometimes we think that in music, one of the choices would be deciding between modern and classical, but, when you stop to think of it, you realise that was never a dilemma. The real dilemma in music, like in love, will always be the same. Be it in a tango, a copla, a mambo or a cumbia: you either suffer, or make suffer.

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A dialogue between Julio Sosa and Rocío Jurado. “Woman, don’t cry” – O Production Company

Rocío, dominatrix

En esta tarde gris,
Julio Sosa

“I feel like crying / in this grey afternoon”. Have a guess. Yes, here one suffers a great deal. Here, Julio Sosa remembers a lost love that used to tell him “come over, if you don’t come over today my soul won’t stand it,” and the lame-brained tells us about it, that’s true, full of guilt. A bit boasting-before-his-colleagues kind of guilt, one might say. Like saying to the boys: “she’s just nuts about me, guys”. And he goes on telling us -with his transvestite voice, if what you’re into is queer analysis- how she used to beg him: “I’m tired of crying for you, of suffering and waiting / And talking alone / To my heart”. Last Whatsapp connection: today, 4:45 am.

I feel like crying
In this grey afternoon,
When it falls
The rain talks about you.
Guilty to know
That, it’s my fault, and I’ll never,
My life, see you again.
When I close my eyes
I see you like yesterday,
Trembling and begging
For my love again,
And today your voice comes back to me,
In this grey afternoon.

“Go,” you sadly said,
“My soul can’t take
This loneliness no more…
Come over, and have mercy of me,
I’m tired of crying for you,
Of suffering and waiting
And talking alone
To my heart”.
Come over, I love you so much
That if you don’t come today
I’ll suffocate in my tears…
No, I can’t go on like this,
With this love stabbing me
Like a curse.”

I didn’t understand
Your desperation
And happily left you
Following the wings of another love.
I felt so sad and lonely
When I found myself so far away
And realised my mistake.
When I close my eyes
I see you like yesterday,
Trembling and begging
For my love again,
And today your voice bleeds in me,
In this grey afternoon.

A que no te vas, 
Rocío Jurado

Or how to totally rule over a situation. Jurado sang about everything. In one of her most famous tunes, about how she no longer felt anything when doing it with you, and all that. In its most desperate version, for fans of utter heartbreak, she cried  “I look for you in the streets and people don’t even look at me”. But no. Not here. This is revenge for the former “come over”. This is what happens when you finally come over and find the Jurado-dominatrix dressed up in yellow lame: “I bet you stay at my side like a dog, until I say ‘go!’” As you order, idol. In fact, you better stay there, without moving, “even knowing about what I do, I bet you won’t leave”. There has never been a literary lapse roaming with darker or more lecherous desires: “knowing about what I do”. Wow. Give us a paw. Sit down.

I bet you won’t, you won’t leave.
I bet you don’t dare to leave for good,
As you swear you will.

I bet you won’t leave,
You’ll stick by my side,
Standing what you have to stand.

I bet you don’t even dare opening the door,
In case I call you back,
And you have to leave…

I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave…

I bet you won’t leave,
Even knowing about what I do,
I bet you won’t leave.

Because in fact,
You prefer the cards I dealt
Than not playing at all.

I bet you forget what you say in no time,
And you kiss me like a madman,
And kiss me again…

I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave…

I bet you won’t leave,
I bet you stay at my side like a dog,
Until I say ‘go’!

I bet you won’t leave,
Because you’re obsessed with my love,
And you can’t go on without it.

And even if I am the way I am, the same as always,
Like when you met me,
Because I don’t want to change…

I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave
I bet you won’t leave …
I bet you won’t… I bet you won’t leave…