Brindo

I raise my arm and cheers to the voice of the neighborhood
Or to the revolutionary black rhythm
And to filling a diary with no more company
Than the muses of my poems about badass female rappers
For the melancholy with which I drink sometimes
The same that intoxicates me for over 50 months

Cheers because you bite my soul
And for you, I spend the money I have on beer and records

Cheers because I still resist thousands and thousands of missiles
When writing songs like children's tales
I do it because you exude your smile in my glass
While I drop my verses like kisses on your mouth
For this cracked and crazy soul that adores its loneliness

For the books that are cried over and the cinema that enchants me

Cheers because it's time to sing something sexy
Because love is too hardcore for a guy like me

I raise my arm and cheers to jazz and blues
For the first photograph taken without taboos
For the music, kisses, rap crews from before

Cheers to painters, filmmakers, and singers
Here's to the Ramones, the Beatles, and the Rolling Stones
To Billie Holiday, to Nina Simone
For the style and imagination that King Charles gave

Cheers to Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Charles Chaplin
Here's to Parker and Bob Marley, here's to Salvador Dalí
For the buffalo of the night and the beauty of Amélie

Cheers to Schrader, Custom, and Charles Scorsese
For Frida Kahlo and all the pain that appears
For tango and Fyodor Dostoyevsky
A long and double drink in honor of Charles Bukowski
For the streets of Banksy, for Quarcor and art pop
Cheers to the love of my life
For hip hop

I raise my hand and cheers to my joys and sorrows
I know I don't know you but I cheers to you, babe
For that fire burning inside, barely loved
Because I dream of you at night and remember you in the mornings
For these crazy and silent desires to see you sing in my bed
A little crazy and naked, I do it
For the adventure of sailing in your belly button
While I pretend to convince you to stay with me

Because I chase you if you enter my shelter
And because you often look beautiful walking in an outfit
Even if no one understands our language and desires
Cheers because when I rap to you, I turn my flirting into art
Because I feel like I have the sky in my hands
The veil of your sweetness and the scent of your hair
For this poetic flight in which I live
Since the day Cupid stained your dress with love