Cien Días - Ismael Serrano

Como una luna nueva

Como el metro de Madrid

Negro como una caries

O un septiembre estudiantil

Como la certeza de que no sueas conmigo

Negro era aquel bar

Donde se esconden los malditos

De los amaneceres

De los repartidores de peridicos

De las agujas del sol

Del amor del prjimo

Alli la encontr

Como un suicida asomado

Al borde del precipicio

Amontonando maldiciones

Sobre la barra de aluminio

Temblaba en sus ojos

El humo de mil cigarros

Que fum con un tipo

Que la habia besado

Que la dej una maana

Dormida entre las dunas de su cama

Que se fue con otra una madrugada

Asi la encontr

Alguien me cont que llevaba cien dias

Encerrada en aquel bar

Pidiendo fuego o alguna pista

Que le ayudara a encontrar

La luz dentro del laberinto

El mapa donde esta escondido

El mar donde arden las promesas

Donde solias naufragar

Cien dias escondindose del gris

Cielo de marzo y sus atascos

Tragando niebla por la nariz

Soando contigo en los lavabos

Jurando no salir con vida

Sellando todas las salidas

Buscando en un mar de ginebra

Una playa en la que encallar

Bes una copa llena

De cenizas, me mir

Me dio el humo de sus manos

Lo fum.

A cambio yo

Le cont que la ciudad

La estaba esperando

Que afuera llovian madreselvas

Que se acercaba el verano

Que qu iba a ser de nosotros

Si decidia no venir conmigo

Que saliera a desafiar

Al alba y sus asesinos

Asi la habl

Sonri cansada y perdida

Se abri su boca azul

Bes de nuevo la copa

Se march y toda su luz

Fue devorada por la puerta de un servicio

Donde mujeres sin alma te empujan al precipicio

Seran ciento un dias

Encerrada en la negrura de este bar

Yo sali a la calle y olvide pagar

Y me march

like a new moon

Like the Madrid metro

black as a cavity

Or a student September

Like the certainty that you don't dream of me

black was that bar

where the damned hide

of sunrises

Of the newspaper boys

From the needles of the sun

of the love of the neighbor

I found her there

Like a suicidal peek

On the edge of the precipice

stacking curses

About the aluminum bar

She trembled in her eyes

The smoke of a thousand cigarettes

I smoke with a guy

that he had kissed her

that I left her one morning

Asleep among the dunes of her bed

That she left with another one early in the morning

That's how I found her

Someone told me that she had been a hundred days

locked in that bar

Asking for fire or some clue

May she help him find

The light inside the labyrinth

The map where it is hidden

The sea where promises burn

where you used to shipwreck

Hundred days hiding from the gray

March sky and traffic jams

Swallowing fog through the nose

Dreaming of you in the toilets

Swearing not to get out alive

Sealing all the exits

Looking in a sea of ​​gin

A beach to run aground on

Kiss a full cup

From ashes, I looked

She gave me the smoke from her hands

I smoke it.

in exchange for me

I told him that the city

she was waiting for her

It was raining honeysuckle outside

that summer was approaching

That what she was going to become of us

If she decided not to come with me

That she came out to challenge

Al alba and his assassins

That's how I spoke it

I smiled tired and lost

She opened her mouth of her blue

Kiss the cup again

He left and all his light

She was devoured by the door of a service

Where soulless women push you off the cliff

It will be one hundred and one days

Locked in the blackness of this bar

I went out on the street and forgot to pay

and I left