Donde Se Esconde El Miedo

After having passed forty
After having lost a thousand wishes
To sing to the pipes of Meca
To feel like a punished one in your playground
After corresponding with poets

To tie together torment and fear
And even if you smell like cinnamon flower
And with the years you die in memory
Even if fashion changes me, muse of dawn
I started this crazy story with my guitar

Today I have to tell all those gentlemen
Who never wanted me
To stick their means up their holy balls
That with word of mouth my path was made

It's not a crazy chronicle
Nor does something come out of my mouth that I haven't lived
I have walked on winter beaches
Finally, I became an old summer

I have always dreamed of flamenco
I have not been a master of failure
January southeastered my beginning
I dreamed of orange courtyards

I didn't have tears of iron
I was an angel and a passing bird
I made my love cry
Because of the cruel absence
I shouted silence, silence
In the face of helplessness

Allow me to tell all these gentlemen
That I have always been strange
That the bogeyman has altered scraps and grudges
Spring circus, insomnia of emptiness
You are winds from other lands
The mountain of oblivion is no longer worth it

I write from old Cadiz my subtle diary
I have sometimes felt foolishly in love
With an old story of a dark-haired woman
Life has taught me that there are friends
And red mice
Who sometimes, without a wallet, help out
And others, when with you, call themselves buddies
After having passed forty
I made my love cry
Because of the cruel absence
I shouted silence, silence
In the face of helplessness

Allow me to tell all these gentlemen
That it's not worth it, that when a song hits
Honors are bestowed
The owner of my soul, my music and life
Desperate nights that I see through my window, my wounds healed
Even if fashion changes me, muse of dawn

Today I have to tell all those gentlemen
Who never wanted me
To stick their means up their holy balls
That with word of mouth my path was made
It's not a crazy chronicle
Nor does something come out of my mouth that I haven't lived
After having passed forty