What would you preserve from the heritage of the Region of Murcia? Mari Trini, universal

On July 12, María Trinidad Pérez de Miravete Mille, Mari Trini, celebrated her 75th birthday at Parnassus, toasting music and love poetry with her most beloved muses, Euterpe and Erató.

We also toast to her, our most universal and timeless singer-songwriter, while we continue to listen to her wonderful poems made into songs and hum to accompany her some of those verses that are known to all.

I am not the one you imagine…

That girl yes, no

That’s not me

What we do know is that she was a very reserved woman, we would say mysterious, for all those who were not her closest friends, as she was and still is, because her memory lives on in him, our guest today, Pedro López Morales, who has just coordinated and documented a booklet in the form of a biography-story, narrated by Marisa López Soria and illustrated by Álvaro Peña and edited by the Ministry of Education and Culture of the CARM, aimed at making the youngest aware of the figure of Mari Trini, the girl who became a great singer.

Murcia has a garden in his honor in the new area of ​​Ronda Sur, although we still haven’t figured out the place or the name, but there should already be a plaque on the façade of the house where he was born, right in front of the central church of San Lorenzo, who would remember such an important place for his many fans.

I did not know her, as Pedro did, and for this reason it is impossible for me to tell anecdotes of that life, too short but very intense, that have not already been published.

Her childhood marked by illness, her passion for music, her meeting with the filmmaker Nicholas Ray, when she was barely fifteen years old, the driving force behind her career, leading her to spend time in London and Paris, where she grew as a singer and recorded her first songs, later, his return to Spain and already, in 1970, with the presentation of his album Amores, the success and popularity that always accompanied him

How many times have we heard A man marched, When you caress me, I am not that or I confess?

But if there is a song that makes me shudder when listening to it, it is Tomorrow:

Tomorrow I will go slowly

Without leaving any trace,

Soon I will take flight

Like the storks did.

Tomorrow I will open chains

That my body has dragged.

Soon I will rip the silk

What was put in my hands?

Tomorrow tomorrow

my shadow will wander

for those who feel it.

But tomorrow, tomorrow

I will leave my position

for whoever wants it.

I don’t want words of comfort

Nor false cries of a duel,

I don’t want smiles behind my back

Things face to face.

There is nothing that cover.

There was never a farewell concert, but on that morning that is already yesterday, he left his mark on us, his poetry and his melody, even if it was not his intention to do so. For this reason, today Mari Trini goes to our Time Capsule, where his deep and frank voice will sound forever.

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