Incandescente - Marea

Palmo a palmo y de los pies a la cabeza, ¡como eres!

Desdeñas to lo que tienes

Algún polvo y se monto el rompecabezas, ¡ya lo tienes!

Para ver atardeceres, conmigo o sin mi

Se distingue entre la gente y retumba la tierra

Si se pone incandescente entre las piernas, y yo

Mas bandolero que el pernales, quiero luna nueva

Y besar donde tu sabes, me suda la polla que llueva o no llueva

Y vamos a echar un cante pa' el que se muere de hambre

Con las palmas de mi mama, pal que curra en el alambre

A los ojos de mi niña, a los que viven del aire

Al que vive con la ruina, al que busca por los bares

A lo puta que es la vida, a los kinkis de mi calle

Para el que viene a joderme, para el que viene a abrazarme

Un cante al que quiera escucharme

Sudo tinta cuando a ti se te calienta, ¡como eres!

Me oscureces cuando quieres

Buscas paz en cualquier cama, cualquier puerta, ¡ya la tienes!

Pa nublar amaneceres, conmigo o sin mi

Y vamos a echar un cante al que le faltan los billetes

Al que se caga en la madre del que aprieta los grilletes

A los que duermen al raso, a los que tiran pa’lante

Al silencio de tus noches, a los portales que arden

En besos adolescentes cuando va a caer la tarde

Al que escribe poesía en las paredes de una cárcel

Un cante al que quiera escucharme

Y vamos a echar un cante al que cuida la simiente

Al que tira ti los muros con palabras transparentes

A los pasos del fracaso, al que cruza la corriente

Al que regará las flores, al que sale como un rayo

Arrancando los motores antes de que cante el gallo

A los callos de las manos en los que aprendí a cuidarme

Un cante al que quiera escucharme

Inch by inch and from head to toe, as you are!

You disdain everything you have

Some dust and the puzzle is assembled, there you have it!

To see sunsets, with me or without me

It stands out among the people and the earth rumbles

If it gets incandescent between the legs, and I

More bandit than the pernales, I want a new moon

And kiss where you know, my dick sweats whether it rains or not

And we're going to have a song for the one who's starving

With the palms of my mom, pal that works on the wire

In the eyes of my girl, those who live off the air

The one who lives with the ruin, the one who looks for the bars

To what a whore life is, to the kinkies on my street

For the one who comes to fuck me, for the one who comes to hug me

A cante that wants to listen to me

I sweat ink when you get hot, as you are!

you darken me when you want

You seek peace in any bed, any door, you already have it!

To cloud sunrises, with or without me

And we are going to have a song that lacks the bills

The one who shits on the mother of the one who tightens the shackles

To those who sleep in the open, to those who push forward

To the silence of your nights, to the portals that burn

In adolescent kisses when the afternoon is about to fall

To the one who writes poetry on the walls of a prison

A cante that wants to listen to me

And we are going to sing to the one who takes care of the seed

To the one who throws down the walls with transparent words

At the footsteps of failure, the one who crosses the stream

To the one who will water the flowers, to the one who comes out like lightning

Starting the engines before the rooster crows

To the calluses on my hands where I learned to take care of myself

A cante that wants to listen to me