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Contracorriente

El buen adolescente cree saberlo todo,
Y aunque no se sabe tanto, se pone a inventar.
Total, si la gente adulta tampoco lo sabe todo,
Pero escudan sus lagunas tras mucha formalidad.
Si cuesta poner economía con acento,
Y con "b" de burocracia se escribe revolución,
Habrá que estar de acuerdo con el gran García
Márquez
Cuando contra la gramática un buen día arremetió.
Contracorriente,
Lúdico instinto.
Contracorriente,
Añeja lección.
Contracorriente,
Enfermedad de locos
Que deambulan
Por la razón.
El joven displicente busca novia entusiasta,
Comienza la batalla más universal,
Y se quiebra la balanza, y alguien gana la partida.
Demócratamente tiránico es el poder sexual.
Mientras semejantes, cual si fueran mascotas,
Dejamos los egos, salir al correr.
Política, ética, cuántica, bonitas palabras.
Al final, el ego caga lo que le dimos de comer.
Contracorriente,
Lúdico instinto
Contra natura
Zanahoria de la historia.
Contracorriente,
Enfermedad de locos
Que deambulan
Por la razón.
Graduándose de adultos y empíricos padres,
Corriendo tras aquello que quedó por probar.
Y un par de ridiculeces no vienen tan mal a veces,
El miedo a envejecer, la historia te absolverá.
Y un soldado de pronto se descubre poeta.
Y caníbal declara al tomate su obsesión.
Y un crítico de arte, con complejo de profeta,
Se inventa cineasta y estrella en televisión.
Contracorriente,
Lúdico instinto.
Contracorriente,
Añeja lección.
Contracorriente,
Enfermedad de locos
Que deambulan
Por la razón.
Contracorriente,
Lúdico instinto.
Contracorriente,
Añeja lección.
Contracorriente,
Enfermedad de locos
Que deambulan
Por la razón.

Against the Current

The good teenager thinks he knows everything,
And even though he doesn't know that much, he starts to invent.
After all, if adults don't know everything either,
But they shield their gaps behind a lot of formality.
If it's hard to put an accent on economy,
And with a "b" of bureaucracy revolution is written,
We'll have to agree with the great García
Márquez
When one day he attacked grammar.
Against the current,
Playful instinct.
Against the current,
An old lesson.
Against the current,
A disease of madmen
Who wander
Through reason.
The nonchalant young man is looking for an enthusiastic girlfriend,
The most universal battle begins,
And the balance is broken, and someone wins the game.
Democratically tyrannical is the power of sex.
While our peers, like pets,
We let our egos, go out for a run.
Politics, ethics, quantum, beautiful words.
In the end, the ego shits what we fed it.
Against the current,
Playful instinct
Against nature
Carrot of history.
Against the current,
A disease of madmen
Who wander
Through reason.
Graduating as adults and empirical parents,
Running after what was left to prove.
And a couple of ridiculous things are not so bad sometimes,
The fear of getting old, history will absolve you.
And a soldier suddenly discovers himself to be a poet.
And a cannibal declares his obsession for tomatoes.
And an art critic, with a prophet complex,
Invents himself as a filmmaker and television star.
Against the current,
Playful instinct.
Against the current,
An old lesson.
Against the current,
A disease of madmen
Who wander
Through reason.
Against the current,
Playful instinct.
Against the current,
An old lesson.
Against the current,
A disease of madmen
Who wander
Through reason.