Hablaba de Flamenco

It's for you, but above all, it's about me
Like everything that comes from poetry, it happens just like that
Like an unexpected stumble, an unfinished love
A pseudo saint without miracles

Committing crimes without blinking for every grape left unpicked
Preferring to toast with gasoline
One drop and another to see us overflow

When I already smelled it
This can't happen
I kept repeating while praying
In my bed looking at that little picture

But I don't know if it was Granada or you
Daughter of the Alhambra, or that you were there
As if nothing
Beyond the body, as long as art lives, I will live

On the day of the flight under the sunsets
They were left waiting
Until the eagle laid its hands
And we cried in rhythm
We are not so alone

You already knew art and have little to fear
You hollowed out the wing leaving roses
And now if there is meaning, it's because of that woman
And I don't know if it was Granada or you
Daughter of the Alhambra, or that you were there
As if nothing

Beyond the body, as long as art lives, I will live
You were talking about flamenco
And I applied it to life
As if they were different things