Ay, Calixto

Oh, Calixto! Oh, Calixto
Without tobacco and without money
Oh, Calixto, oh, Calixto
Because of a woman!

Here, as you see me
Exhausted, faded
And unshaven
I was a son of a daddy
From a good home
I looked like a gentleman
Tweed suits
Tailored
Scarf
Chauffeur
Pedigree
Savoir faire
Beloved
Natural elegance
And the most voted
Deputy act
Of the popular party

The thing is that my lady
On the sixth of June
Gave birth
To a Count of Algora
Junior
Whom we named Calixto
Just like his father
And as if to be born
From a noble cradle
To grow up
To be part of the tuna
And to get married
One shouldn't be too clever
Even Calixto
Who, when it comes
To charm
Had as much
Sex appeal
As Manolo the drum player
After the commotion
Surprise
That are the fashionable weddings
He returned from the honeymoon
With a raspberry cake
That looked at you
And took your breath away
And the mayonnaise
With that guy
His little cow
On his arm
Eighteen years old
And those damn
Cat-like eyes
In heat
And that mane
Like a bonfire
And eyelashes
With velvet cobwebs
And those hips
That were made for sin
By the stairs
To show the bird
To wait in the threshing floor
To stain her dress
To sing in her ear
Clock, don't mark the hours
To tip your hat
Gentleman, what a lady
Gentleman, what a lady
Gentleman: what a lady!

Oh, Calixto, oh, Calixto
Who has seen you and who sees you!
Oh, Calixto, oh, Calixto
Because of a woman!

To top it off, my Calixto
Apparently
He didn't have
A hobby to spare
As a man
He bullfought
Outside the ring
He didn't tighten
His muscles
He didn't like himself
He didn't cross himself
He didn't stop
He didn't command
He didn't temper
He didn't finish
The task
And he didn't give
His girl
The joy
Macarena
That the body of that brunette
Without a soul needed

So one night
That we didn't want to delay any longer
What we knew
Was going to happen
Hiding the car
Walking and walking
Happier than ever
Aiming for the partridges
Without a rifle
I thought: And why not?
And she, dying
Of laughter
Leaving the door open
Of her silk
Shirt
Hurry up
(I rush)
There's only
One button left!

Oh, Calixto, oh, Calixto
Who has seen you and who sees you!
Oh, Calixto: What a conflict
Because of a woman!

The violent thing
Was that, in the middle
Of the carnal
City Hall
The good
Calixto arrived
With eyes like headlights
And, seeing us with such
Audacity
Lying down
He moved us to the mixed group
He caused a big commotion
Before bursting into tears
And ending
His life with a necessary
Shot

It would have been
The same to me
To drag the stigma
Of a basement
In the abyss
If the body of the crime
Of the girl
Who appears in my nightmares
Of a lover
Had been
By my side

But barely buried
And still warm
The husband's
Corpse
The past was closed
With a key
She looked for a lost
Earring
In the pockets
Of my jacket
She kept the toothbrush
In her suitcase
Witon
And she got rid of my siege
Putting land in between
Her boredom and my fire
Between my always and her later
Between her ego and my me

Oh, Calixto, oh, Calixto
Who has seen you and who sees you!
You, who were so clever
When they spoke to you formally!

Oh, Calixto, oh, Calixto
The smile of the PP
They kicked you out of the mixed group
They took away your card!

I rolled like the worst of wanderers
Through an underworld
Of junkies and gold diggers
Until
A century later
During the Barcelona Olympics
At the Urquinaona metro station
I bumped into a person
And a earring fell
That I knew very well
I clumsily handed it to her
And when she, indifferent
Said: Thank you
I looked at her
And yes, she was still so beautiful
That it could only be her
The woman
That I wanted
For whom I consumed myself
Whom I searched for so much
And yet, that day
Don't ask me why
I didn't even call her
It may seem silly to them
But suddenly
I didn't see her so different
Confused with the people
Who, impatiently
On the platform
Any given morning
On a spring Monday
Were waiting for the train
Were waiting for the train