Km.0

Madrid, uninhabited like my mattress
the summer when I grew up,
and she who no longer calls.

So much city and so little to do,
people dreaming their nap and
looking out the window.

People lying for a bit of warmth,
praying for the elevator to stop,
trapped with you.

Mothers who ask for their children at birth,
searching between your legs for what yesterday
they considered lost.

Kilometer Zero,
breathes in the city center
the soul that is lost when escaping.
Kilometer Zero,
beginning of the days to come,
the rain that pours for you.

Bars where calm and beer
save our lives, and my head
dreaming of being under your clothes.

Promises made in bed,
lights piercing your back,
let me dress you now.

Under some wheels I will cast my bad shadow,
maybe then I'll understand that role
where I am your shelter.

Women you may not be able to afford today
question with their lips the truth
that we are still alive.

Kilometer Zero,
breathes in the city center
the soul that is lost when escaping.
Kilometer Zero,
beginning of the days to come,
the rain that pours for you.

Kilometer Zero,
breathes in the city center
the soul that is lost when escaping.
Kilometer Zero,
beginning of the days to come,
the calm your storm brings.