El Gaditano Ya Desde La Cuna (popurrit)

The Gaditanian since the cradle
For the torture of his troubles
Instead of bread like
The other kids
He carries
The shovel under his arm

And a
Rosary hanging from his neck
To pray for his heirs
The song pierces the soul
That bleeds from his throat
For this
Cursed corner of Cádiz
That has me trapped
Cádiz, blessed your love
Even if I'm down to my bones
That one morning that foretold
I found myself an outcast
Of my own dreams
In a land without work
Without a home
Without passion
Without a soul

Tradition or accent
With no industry
But the endless white
Of its sands
Just a carnival song
And some local mackerel
With no more governments
Than that of a Nazarene
Drowning sorrows
With no more shame or guts

Than the silence on the sidewalks
For this
Cursed corner of Cádiz
That has me trapped
Cádiz, blessed your love
Even if I'm down to my bones
And if Cádiz is burying itself
In its own soil
It's because it's infested
With birds of ill omen
Those same ones that without laws
Without rules or schemes
Raise mausoleums
At the cost of our misfortune
Praying rulers
Who promise to help
Until their asses
Reach the nest
Vultures speculating
That mercilessly amass
Make my sparrows
March into exile
Predatory businessmen
Who feed

On the docile servitude
To which they have us subjected
Gaditanos hidden
Like gloomy owls
That hoot from the tree
And refuse to fight
Owls
That live asleep
Present captives
Crumbs of bread
Black crows
Pecking at my people
Leaving our dignity
In tatters
But Cádiz is burying itself
In its own soil
It's because it's infested
With birds of ill omen

But Cai is just a faithful reflection
Of this dark world and its disease
Where feelings are buried
To free ourselves from the foreign
And evade reality
And we keep putting distance
To avoid suffering
To avoid fighting
Even if our hearts turn black
From indifference, from silence
From lacking humanity
Gravedigger
Let’s bury the truth
Distance in between
For the broken dreams
That sank in the strait
For the dirty souls
That with their bombs
Sow fear
For the genociders
Who longing for land
Kill peace
The voice
Freedom
In the name of God
And Allah

Distance in between
For the dictators
Who keep chaining towns
Distance out of fear
For the little ones
Whose rights they strip away
For those who invest
In cutting their capital
For sullied childhoods
For abused women
For governments incapable of acting
Throw dirt out of fear
Close this hole soon
Because if it stays open
I’m the one who’s gonna jump
Close to La Caleta
I’ve reserved a spot
To fall asleep by your side
When the road ends
I’ve decorated it with flowers
So that every November
Only good wine comes
And we can celebrate
And toast
For the life I’ve lived

And like in that particular hole
What in this life is luxury
That I’ve been able to amass
I’ve filled my heart
Like a bag
With true riches
I’ll take to the grave
Secrets that weigh
The forbidden kisses
From the doorways
My songs raging
Through Plaza Fragela
The taste of the stew
And my grandma’s croquettes
Divine landscapes
From the road
Advice from friends
Burning gazes
My girl in the cradle
Asking me for war
To Camarón and the neighborhood
Singing through the galleys
Dreams and failures

Fears that freeze
Harvests of hugs
Fifteen drunken nights
The sunsets
Your love tattooed
And me, sewing
The wounds they’ve left me
It’s the little things you don’t see
That keep us alive every day
The ones I’ll take to the grave
Inside my soul
For the other side
Although for your epitaph
I already had it written
A song titled
We Won't Forget You, Tacita
I preferred to erase it
Because only those who are forgotten
Die in life
And luckily for you
No one forgets you

That’s why in every hole
We tear from your soil
I’m planting a seed
With seeds of every memory
Of that resistant Cádiz
Combative and dissenting
That our grandparents watered
With their blood and sweat
We still have a lot of life left
As long as the root survives
As long as our children lick
The salt of our wounds
As long as they light barricades
For the bridges and your bay
As long as there’s a little boat
To go fishing
As long as my girl sings in a corner
Little songs of Robots
And men of the sea
And on the other side, Juan Villar for joy
Resonates in the voice of the Palomar

I still perceive green shoots
Germinating in your walls
I still feel the burning fire
Of the Levante
Entering your windows
I still feel how the earth
With its flowers indicates to us
That there are still reasons for resurrection
I still perceive green shoots
Germinating in your walls
I still feel the burning fire
Of the Levante
Entering your windows
I still feel how the earth
With its flowers indicates to us
That there are still reasons for resurrection
In the Tacita
Of my Tacita