Ciudadano C. Tangana
Siempre chulo, siempre listo, sabe leer los tiempos: pudiendo estar callado, le leyó la cartilla a Iglesias, Rufián y Colau en Instagram por anteponer sus egos a unir a la peña contra la ultraderecha
Ciudadano C. Tangana has long been a subject of fascination for the author, perhaps due to the messy underwear left carelessly on the floor next to his mattress when he failed to fill stadiums and his insatiable hunger to consume everything in sight. The story unfolds just before the 2016 elections, during a typical interview where the media sought to glean the voters' preferences from the celebrity's glamorous visage.
While he didn't divulge his choice, he did make it clear that he desired to transcend, endure, and leave an artistic legacy that would endure for centuries to come. The beauty and the curse of scrutinizing the eyes of those who seek to sell you something after years of observing is that one becomes adept at detecting deception through the slightest contraction or dilation of the pupils.
On that day, Tangana's eyes displayed a hint of condescension and an abundance of pride, but no trace of irony and an unyielding determination to caricature his own persona. Ten years and four legislative terms later, it is clear that C. Tangana has not only consumed, drunk, consumed, and slept with everything as he himself put it, but he has managed to turn his songs into summer hymns, possibly the only sign of immortality for a living singer in the era of Spotify.
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