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Cachitos de hierro y cromo<\/b><\/u><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Cachitos de hierro y cromo<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n en el escaparate de im\u00e1genes en technicolor<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n mostrando la divertida televisi\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n y mintiendo sobre ….\u00a1Cualquier tiempo pasado fue mejor!<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n M\u00fasicos locos esperando un nuevo despertar<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n el ocio alienante de Al\u00ed Bab\u00e1<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n y sus cuarenta ladrones.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n La vida era otro coraz\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n que no dejaba de palpitar.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Battiato en estado fara\u00f3nico<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n n\u00f3mada en descomposici\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n poeta en busca de un \u00e1ngulo<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n que le muestre su centro de gravedad, <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n poes\u00eda musical.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Cachitos de hierro y cromo<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n gritando a un dios muerto<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n bailando entre los restos<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n del chachach\u00e1.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Bailes el\u00e9ctricos en la televisi\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u00a1Danzad, danzad, malditos!<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u00a1A ritmo de electrohouse!<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Deejay con la cumbia bailando en su coraz\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n amartillando el ocio alienante<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n destrona el bakalao de la acci\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n aletargando al concursante<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n del cante y de la idealizaci\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Y el mundo siempre ir\u00e1 m\u00e1s all\u00e1<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n lejos de este vendaval<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Eskorbuto entre las sombras<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n desde otro verso, rompiendo el arte<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n a ritmos de intr\u00e9pido punk rock<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n y La Polla siempre en nuestra boca<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n salvando a un pueblo en si be mol<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Derrumbemos los muros de la represi\u00f3n<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Barricada silvando black is black<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n en un escenario lleno de amonal<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Los Brincos d\u00e1ndose a La Fuga a ritmo de Ska.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Cachitos de hierro y cromo<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n y vuestra nostalgia en el coraz\u00f3n.<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cEscrito una noche viendo este programa\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Luis de Laos.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cachitos de hierro y cromo Cachitos de hierro y cromo en el escaparate de im\u00e1genes en technicolor mostrando la divertida televisi\u00f3n y mintiendo sobre ….\u00a1Cualquier tiempo pasado fue mejor! M\u00fasicos locos esperando un nuevo despertar el ocio alienante de Al\u00ed Bab\u00e1 y sus cuarenta ladrones. La vida era otro coraz\u00f3n que no dejaba de palpitar. 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