Poesía Difusa

Beginnings, what motivated the beginning was that the lives I witness do not deserve silence. It was because hip-hop appeared from the love between poetry and rhythm, and through the waters of that river my life flowed or was it because in the taste for competing there is no place for tiredness, what do I know... but it happened, I went from being anonymous to being almost famous under minimum conditions and maybe that moved you, because apparently my hand in contact with a microphone turned me into a pyromaniac and Paris burned, goodbye Paris, goodbye, goodbye MCs, goodbye, may you go with God... and if you walk down those streets it's better to be accompanied by one or two... Oh Lord! How heavy is this sword that I unsheathe with sweat, the loneliness of the prince without a kingdom, the loneliness of the man without warmth... maybe it's because I no longer comb my hair, or prepare myself, or dress strangely, or wear expensive perfumes when I go out in search of love, I'm the same educated boy whose vulgar rap plays on your radio every day, and who from the underground has conquered the highest bourgeoisie, but what's wrong? Is it me on that screen, is it me in that unemployment line, I compare my life to the roll of a die and it comes up zero, and zero and zero... I just hope to be more accurate, to get out of this hole I'm trapped in, a dreamer, I still sleep with Peter Pan by my side wondering if anyone out there will understand such a complicated guy... but a strange force follows me, telling me 'just live, just write, decide in record time and forget the resentment, and remember what the old man said, son, in whatever you do, be the best'