Fotografías

That rolling boat that never sank
A lamp, a book, a plug, a curtain, a bed
Beers together on the ground floor
After sweating out all the bad, leaving it on the boards

A capsule with wheels flying from one end of the country to the other
Your laughter attacked me when I tried to sleep
A shower and at twelve everyone back to Madrid
I called to tell you that at that precise moment I was happy

Once I closed my eyes and you were all singing
I enjoyed being aware of the extent of the miracle
I finally valued my luck to be able to go on stage
I saw my proud parents, I saw my sister brag about her brother

The first ray of sun through the window of a distant country
A breakfast was enough for me to ask for the Mexican passport
In the Michoacán style, I advise you, sir, the beaten ones
The extreme kindness with which you have always treated us

On a bus to the north I noted all my fears
After more than three years without releasing a single verse
I ended up naked again in the blues of Mallorca
My friends endured my songs returning to the shell

The two best first dates anyone had in the world
That bingo we sang turned out to be our best omen
Champions in nothing, well maybe throwing axes
I had been emptying my soul little by little for six long years

An apology in Germany, a saving dinner
At six in the morning I woke up in Patacona
I saw the sunrise for the first time with inertia in my head
And without anyone seeing me, I cried a little writing you a letter

Saturdays with the usual ones, from marquises, from vineyard peaks
Feeling that nothing changes, we are just a little older
We will continue to celebrate sorrows and glories with Sacha
As long as all this lasts, I just want to be honest and not hold anything back

And everything is ready for the next photo
Family, the usual ones, my dearest crazies
In short, all of you who made it worthwhile
To jump into this pool without knowing if it was full