Carlos Villarrubia (L'Hospitalet de Llobregat, July 22, 1955). Writer, composer, journalist, multimedia author, traveler, cosmopolitan and nomadic soul. Much of his life is spent in l'Hospitalet.
Researcher of creative formats, he explores all emotional languages. He has participated as an author in more than 50 books such as Shared Pleasures, Affections in Action, Sensitive Zone, Bye bye lágrimas (in collaboration with Silvia Marsó and Ginés Liébana), Notebook of Habaneras, La isla del ensueño, Iris Lázaro, La mirada radial, Architecture and life of borders, The most pop, Penumbrales de la Romeraca, The book of angels (where he collaborates with Miguel Bosé, Luis Racionero, Nacho Cano, Paco Nieva). Author of the monologues Barcelóca and sera leyenda, later interpreted by Silvia Marsó and Paola Dominguin. Creator of the cultural group La Empresa Invisible. Member of the editorial board of Album Letras Artes, where he has published more than 60 essays on emotional thinking and travel. His themes illustrate films such as Tatawo, Balseros or Eneadrama. Actor also in the film Eneadrama .
Author of more than 500 songs performed by more than 100 artists such as Martirio, Mayelín, Lucrecia, Banda Caliente, Cómplices, Miguel Ríos, Chago Melián, Carme Canela, Cómplices, Hilario Camacho, Ángela Muro, Los Manolos, Pedro Javier González, Los que do not scorn or José Antonio Ramos. Author of the musicals Angels and demons, María de Candelaria , Viva Vivaldi. Scriptwriter-reporter in TV programs such as The Art of Living, Por querencia, Por la ruta de los vientos, Signs of the olive tree, Mano a mano, or Vostè asks . Audiovisual director. Lecturer. Director of affective creation meetings at Ecocentro-Madrid. Collaborator in radio and television gatherings. Presenter of cultural events. Explorer of emotional languages, director of emotional expression workshops. Nomadic soul.
With a sentimental accent
By Carlos Villarrubia
Photo by Eduardo Lages
When it seems that I fade, I multiply more. I am an atlas of senses. And I go down with the river from the mountain. And I fly with the condor through the mountain ranges. And I am yesterday and today, boarded the sky train through Salta, in the future of love presented. Urban Robinsons come to my advice, princesses of dawn haunt my confidences. Rock word on the cobblestones and step of, silk, in the waltz of the bedrooms. Architectures of the future sing with me, my song at dawn in the city. With the timeless village, in the deepest sense of my nomadic soul, I obscure the blinding and flat reality so that my exploratory path does not end in the realm of appearances. I dampen my accent and go smoothly into the secret cave. Everything waits beyond waiting, everything shines after the borders. There are no walls that discourage the liberating will of geography.
And I am clear, in the forest of lost dreams. And an oasis, almost of, abandonments and emotional deserts. I am in confluence with nature. Root, origin, fruit, tree, desire for creative fertility. Love that I do not know, exhausts in the attempt; courage that is not poisoned with arrogance. The skeptics, who take me at my word, say that I will end up on the canvas like a limp boxer. I think I am saved, for the moment, from the stake. I passionately add geographies, I move transoceanic waves, that come and go, that know how to kiss the sky with me. Break the wall, the force of imagination. The beauty comes down from the posters and becomes dynamic and conciliatory; do not overwhelm and pick me up in your lap of stars. I explore geographies, I navigate to hidden sands. Something tinkles in the afterlife; he knows how to share his secrets with the desire for full love. With a high sentimental accent and I assume geographies, which generously adopt me, when I decide to be in full breadth.