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Peripatètic

Yo que te di todo, aún si tener nada.
Tu me diste nada, teniéndolo todo.
Aun así mi todo,
a ti te supo a nada, y para mi tu nada, me sabia todo.
Renunciando a todo tipo de creencias.
Divagando ante el por qué de mi existencia.
Pregunta sin respuesta, la respondo con ciencia.
La fe mueve montañas, pero nunca conciencias.
Si subes por colabos, compadre,
lo que haces no es subir, lo que haces es colarte.
Te preocupa el "marketing", visitas el "partner",
todo lo superficial menos tu arte, lo más importante.
Está tan disputado el puesto de diputado.
El trapero dice "puta" y todos dicen bravo,
el de al lado te ve en la mierda y pasa, claro.
Pero subes un poquito y te gritan. (
Con cuantos has colabo).
Caminando y pensando soy un Peripatètic.
Si tengo un ídolo es Joaquín el del Betis.
Mi vida da para una peli de Quentin Tarantino,
la tuya para contar cuentins que no creen ni tus amigos.
Tengo diez frasotes por cada barra cuadrada.
Te conozco y esa imagen de malote, no me cuadra nada.
Yo tengo fieles, a tus fans se las sudas.
Pues te escuchan por moda,
y cuando se acaba se mudan, a otro artista más fresco, mas pintas.
Por eso yo me esfuerzo en hacer cosas distintas.
Tomándome un quinto, riéndome de tu quinta, q
ue solo se preocupa por los likes y las visitas.
Yo que te di todo, aún sin tener nada.
Tu me diste nada, teniéndolo todo Aún así mi todo a ti te supo a nada.
Y para mi tu nada, me sabia todo.
He sonado' en mini cadenas y cadenas de radio.
Me quité las cadenas que me ataban a sus labios.
Con canciones especiales hice viajes al espacio.
La quise a toda prisa, pero la olvidé despacio.
Grito en tus altavoces lo que te dije en voz baja.
Oculta tras las rejas, por este dolor que raja.
No quiero llenar mi caja registradora,
si no tu caja torácica con mágicas palabras.
Y ya no quiero balas, quiero baladas.
No quiero espadas, quiero nadar en tu espalda.
No quiero ser tu socio, el dinero no me sacia,
si viene de manos sucias como las manos de un rey.
Y aunque pudiera vivir siete vidas como un gato,
si tu solo estas en una, de que me sirven las otras seis.
Otro tema que empece hablando del mundo y lo
acabe haciendo de ti porque en mi mundo tu eres ley.
Eras poesía pues nadie te poseía, n
o te quiero distante, te quiero distinta.
Yo cumplí un sueño en el que nadie creía, no
resuelvo problemas a ostias, si no con tinta.
Y no te quiero mía, te quiero tuya,
libre y sin dueños, que nadie te disminuya.
Escribo ríos de versos pa' que luego se diluyan
por los causes de tu boca y dejar que el resto fluya.
Yo que te di todo, aún sin tener nada.
Tu me diste nada, teniéndolo todo.
Aún así mi todo, a ti te supo a nada, y para mi tu nada me sabia todo

Peripatetic

I gave you my all, even when I had nothing.
You gave me nothing, having everything.
Even so, my everything,
to you tasted like nothing, and for me, your nothing tasted like everything.
Renouncing all kinds of beliefs.
Wandering before the reason for my existence.
An unanswered question, I answer it with science.
Faith moves mountains, but never consciences.
If you climb by collaborations, buddy,
what you do is not climb, what you do is sneak in.
You worry about "marketing", you visit the "partner",
everything superficial except your art, the most important thing.
The position of deputy is so disputed.
The trapper says "bitch" and everyone says bravo,
the one next door sees you in the shit and walks by, of course.
But you go up a little and they yell at you. (
With how many have you collaborated).
Walking and thinking, I am a Peripatetic.
If I have an idol, it is Joaquín from Betis.
My life is enough for a Quentin Tarantino movie,
yours is enough to tell stories that not even your friends believe.
I have ten catchphrases per square bar.
I know you and that image of a bad boy doesn't fit you at all.
I have loyal fans, your fans don't give a damn about you.
Well, they listen to you because it's fashionable,
and when it's over they move on, to another fresher artist, more paint.
That's why I strive to do things differently.
Having a fifth, laughing at your fifth, which
only cares about likes and views.
I who gave you everything, even without having anything.
You gave me nothing, having everything. Even so, my everything tasted like nothing to you.
And for me, your nothing tasted like everything.
I have played on mini chains and radio chains.
I took off the chains that bound me to their lips.
With special songs, I took trips to space.
I loved her in a hurry, but I forgot her slowly.
I shout in your speakers what I told you in a low voice.
Hidden behind bars, by this pain that cuts.
I don't want to fill my cash register,
but your rib cage with magical words.
And I no longer want bullets, I want ballads.
I don't want swords, I want to swim on your back.
I don't want to be your partner, money doesn't satisfy me,
if it comes from dirty hands like the hands of a king.
And even if I could live seven lives like a cat,
if you're only in one, what good are the other six to me.
Another song that I started talking about the world and ended up
doing it about you because in my world you are law.
You were poetry because no one possessed you, I
don't want you distant, I want you different.
I fulfilled a dream that no one believed in, I
don't solve problems with punches, but with ink.
And I don't want you mine, I want you yours,
free and without owners, that no one diminishes you.
I write rivers of verses so that they then dilute
through the channels of your mouth and let the rest flow.
I who gave you everything, even without having anything.
You gave me nothing, having everything.
Even so, my everything tasted like nothing to you, and for me, your nothing tasted like everything.