Picture a post-apocalyptic landscape where a quirky, ageless inventor guards the last spark of humanity: ideas. Calle 13 turns this sci-fi tale into a playground of imagination, describing an elder who can stretch seconds, transplant bad memories, and even feed on his own flesh like an octopus, all so creativity never dies. Every fantastical body part — telescopic eyes, turtle skin, chameleon tongue — is really a symbol of the limitless forms an idea can take when we nurture it.
Through the hypnotic chorus, the song reminds us that ideas become eternal when we love them, defend them, and refuse to sell them out. They survive boredom, repetition, and even attempted self-destruction, constantly regenerating like salamanders. In short, Calle 13 delivers a poetic manifesto: no matter how desolate the world may seem, the sheer size and resilience of our ideas can still light up the sky.