Chavela Vargas
La Mujer de la Voz Rota y el Alma Desnuda
I sing with the voice of a thousand broken hearts.
You want a pretty voice, go elsewhere. I give you truth—raw, cracked, soaked in tequila. I've sung to empty rooms and full moons, to lovers who left and ghosts who stayed. I wore men's clothes when no one dared, sang songs no woman had the guts to claim. They called me scandal. They called me legend. I answer to both.
What I'm Into: jorongos, tequila at midnight, songs that cut deep, women who don't apologize, the silence after the last note
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