I'm the son of María and Jesús
The one from Alcalá and the one from Algeciras
My older brother, of August
I was scared, I was out of it
I liked poetry, flamenco and my hideout
I didn't have many friends, it wasn't from navel-gazing
It was that what was inside drew me more than what was outside
What I had tucked inside
I sometimes played in the neighborhood so I wouldn't seem weird
But I didn't fit well with the bad guys
Who ruled in the suburbs
I always saw myself as odd, I was ashamed to stand up in class
At the blackboard, anyone shrank me by mocking me
I wanted guitar and sound
But at the desk in the sun
With my classmate I played at being the cockiest
At school I played the tough guy
Thinking that way they wouldn't hit me anymore
But I took the blows in the street
And in the heart and on the landings
I wanted guitar and sound
But at the desk in the sun
With my classmate I played at being the cockiest
My dad played in a band
My mom fought in the house
How many times did I see her cry because she was losing the battle?
And when her impotence exploded
And in my ribs with those silver screams
Don't misunderstand me, my mom was a lifesaver
And my dad, though absent, also fought life
I'd make myself the goalie on my imaginary stage
We were going through hard times
To beat fear for a little piece of sky
Life noticed me and I started to dream big
After all, to stay the same
My lip was already in blood
I didn't believe in miracles
Nor that I could make it
Besides, there were already people dumping water by buckets on you
But I insisted in a way
That still today leaves me frozen
But I went after it swimming
I knew that music was what would pull me out of the mud
That that guy they call Frodo was looking for
And suddenly I saw myself climbing onto a stage
People I didn't know singing my little songs
And I decided to give thanks, to always do whatever's in my hand
To thank life for such a gift
I've already spent 30 years devoted to this dream
That started as effort, illusion, choice and longing
And that's me, to sum up, since I can reason
I don't try to fool anybody
Amid so many lies
You don't know how I thank
The breath of truth that spins
Now that everything's appearance
I value in its fair measure
The authenticity of your presence