Once upon a time there was a spirit that reigned in the south-western triangle formed by Seville-Cádiz-Huelva.

This spirit was incarnated in an authentic way of living, without filters, without masks, without script, without compromises, of a rocker totally possessed by his Greek daimon, his Andalusian duende, his Andalusian genius.

This king, this man, this rocker, this gentleman of the ironic figure was Silvio Fernández Melgarejo.

To him we dedicate this brief publication, adding to a few audios with his Diplomats, the intoxicating and liberating lyrics he knew how to pronounce. Listen to what a sound! Neither Carlos Santana, nor Eddie Cochran, nor Elvis, nor even Adriano Celentano could achieve such a waste of art…

1) Chi non lavora:

2) Rezaré:

3) Puerta España:

4) Marianne:

5) Three steps to heaven:

6) Fille de la Bastille:

7) La Ragazza del Elevatore:

8) Marguerita Margueró:

9) La Pura Concepción:

10) Betis:

11) Sureños:

Once upon a time there was a spirit that reigned in the south-western triangle formed by Seville-Cádiz-Huelva.

This spirit was incarnated in an authentic way of living, without filters, without masks, without script, without compromises, of a rocker totally possessed by his Greek daimon, his Andalusian duende, his Andalusian genius.

This king, this man, this rocker, this gentleman of the ironic figure was Silvio Fernández Melgarejo.

To him we dedicate this brief publication, adding to a few audios with his Diplomats, the intoxicating and liberating lyrics he knew how to pronounce. Listen to what a sound! Neither Carlos Santana, nor Eddie Cochran, nor Elvis, nor even Adriano Celentano could achieve such a waste of art…

1) Chi non lavora:

2) Rezaré:

3) Puerta España:

4) Marianne:

5) Three steps to heaven:

6) Fille de la Bastille:

7) La Ragazza del Elevatore:

8) Marguerita Margueró:

9) La Pura Concepción:

10) Betis:

11) Sureños: