Zapato Ortopédico

Langui, what more can you ask for?
if you’ve walked free out there
and laughing was your greatest elixir...
and now I’m filled with memories to bore you with...
Félix, Isra, and Juan Manuel, what’s up?
the signed notes, when are you bringing them to me?
Miss, I don’t know, so don’t pick them up,
you’re stuck here! No! Yes!
punished at recess, can’t go out.

Can you believe it feels like just yesterday
was the start of school, the struggle to get up,
the crusties to wipe away, dancing through the halls,
not applying myself and passing each year with difficulty.
Wanting and not being able to, dreaming I want to be...
rough kid, you’ve got flab on your body,
if you lack mobility, I had to think
that I wanted to work as a firefighter or a soccer player when I grew up.
I was a little, a little,
more than a little, I was a total dreamer,
if I thought I was Santillana and gave it my all
and I’d leave my chest flat just to score a goal.

"But Langui, cousin, you have a gift"
but what gift and what the hell,
what I have is a nasty
ugly and big scab on my elbow
and it never seems to heal,
save some bucks and don’t buy more iodine,
it goes away with chlorine...

Orthopedic shoe, ugly as hell, the ugliest I wore until I was thirteen, let’s see,
there was no other choice or mystery for my leg to sweat in the summer, oh...

The day I left the odyssey behind
and not those of Cain for putting on a sock,
because my mom still dressed me,
washed me, and got me ready
what a hassle she had when I got hurt,
there were nights I was stuck doing my overdue homework
so the kid wouldn’t get punished,
because when I messed up, I rarely got away
they threw the slipper at me and being slow, they caught me.
Don’t be so stiff, relax that body,
stretch your arms, hold onto the handlebars
with calm and slowly, no rush or fear,
bend your legs well, now try to pedal,
after twenty tries and a few falls
they realized I couldn’t ride,
that the bike wasn’t made for me,
so here you go, cousin, it’s for you
I’m not Escartín and I asked for a foosball table,
"but Langui, cousin, you have a gift"
what I have is a pain
right here in my ribs,
from throwing myself on a scooter down Carcastillo hill
and with no kids to help me brake...

Orthopedic shoe, ugly as hell, the ugliest I wore until I was thirteen, let’s see,
there was no other choice or mystery for my leg to sweat in the summer, oh...

I need to stop here
because the shoe is rubbing me raw,
until I can walk and they fit me right,
I’ll carry a piece of cotton around my ankle
because I can’t walk in flip-flops,
I still haven’t got it down,
my foot goes all over the place,
and for relief, water and salt
because at night a little time in the basin will be refreshing!
So if you see me getting tired, lend me a hand,
a lagging spot, and with my tongue out,
I’m grateful, more than grateful
for what it’s been for me, because the crew "Al Compás"
for being there and putting up with my mood swings
bending and hooking, carrying Langui on your shoulder,
to cross shortcuts where we wanted to camp,
to wave the flag and light the camping gas...
"but Langui, cousin, you have a gift",
what I have is a pension that took me a while to get,
because I didn’t meet the requirements that the government raised
but I made a mess for them, playing the fool...

Orthopedic shoe, ugly as hell, the ugliest I wore until I was thirteen, let’s see,
there was no other choice or mystery for my leg to sweat in the summer, oh...