Calle 13 "Beso De Desayuno"

Calle 13

Calle 13 is a five-time Latin Grammy Award and Grammy Award-winning Puerto Rican hip hop and alternative-reggaeton duo formed by two half-brothers who call themselves Residente (René Pérez Joglar: lead singer and writer), Visitante (Eduardo Cabra Joglar: keyboards, vocals, beats, and production) and their sister PG-13 (Ileana Joglar: female vocals). They are a reggaeton alternative that blows the conventational right out of the ring, they knock down taboos and wink at sensuality, humor, and popular culture. There is a saying in spanish that is very famous in Puerto Rico: “No tienes pelos en la lengua,” when literally translated it means “you don’t have hair on your tongue,” referring to you tell it as it is. Calle 13’s music tells it how it is, irregardless of the harshness of language used, message , or how straight forward they must be. They tell it how it is and speak their minds, this is what I have come to love about their music and Rene Perez Joglar’s writing. They are a prime example that nothing is too taboo to speak of.

Beso De Desayuno
By: Calle 13

Yo quiero caminar por encima de tu pelo
Hasta llegar a tu ombligo de tu oreja
Y recitarte un poquito de cosquillas
Y regalarte una sabana de almejas
Darte un beso de desayuno
Para irnos volando hasta Neptuno
Si hace frió te caliento con una sopa de Amapolas
Y con un fricase de acerolas

Tu eres un panal de dulces
Fruta fresca
Tu tienes una mirada demasiao pintoresca
Una mirada color infinito
Tu me pones el estomago blandito
Vamos pasito a pasito, siguiéndonos las huellas
Caminando en una tómbola de estrellas
Un trayecto con clima perfecto
Regálame una sonrisita con sabor a viento
Tu eres mi vitamina del pecho, mi fibra
Tu eres todo que me equilibra
Un balance, lo que me complementa
Un masajito con sabor a menta
Tu...tienes una cosita que brilla
Que sobresale
Por eso quiero que tu me regales
30 carnavales, 400 mil cuentos
Una cajita pa' guardar momentos
Vamos a hacer burbujas dentro el café
Vamos a tener 100 bebes y a dejar los clichés pa' Otro día
Tu me hiciste brujería, bruja
Vamonos pa' Cuba A cien millas, patinando por las Antillas
Vamo a ser un compromiso sin capilla
Con una siembra de trigo y con la luna de testigo
Enrolladitos usando el mismo abrigo

Yo quiero caminar por encima de tu pelo
Hasta llegar a tu ombligo de tu oreja
Y recitarte un poquito de cosquillas
Y regalarte una sabana de almejas
Darte un beso de desayuno
Para irnos volando hasta Neptuno
Si hace frió te caliento con una sopa de Amapolas
Y con un fricase de acerolas

Tu eres todo un evento, una pintura
En movimiento
Un árbol que respira...tu eres una diosa kali ma
Tu rimas
Conmigo tu combina, ¿que tal
Si me inyecto el pulgar
En la boca y me inflo como un globo?
Nos estacionamos en un árbol de algarrobo
Vamonos que el tiempo es oro
La noche a da'o un estirón
Y tengo el océano de chaperon
Mis piernas se convirtieron en algodón
Por que estar contigo se siente cabron.

A Kiss for Breakfast
By: Calle 13

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the belly button of you ear
And provoke a couple of tickles
And give you a sheet of clams
Give you a kiss for breakfast
So we can fly to Neptune
If it’s cold I’ll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with a fricassee of haws

You are a honeycomb of candies
Fresh fruit
You have a stare that is too picturesque
A stare of infinite color
You make my stomach weak
Let’s go step by step, following our footprints
Walking in a lottery of stars
A journey with a perfect climate
Give me a little smile with the flavor of the wind
You are the vitamin of my chest, my fiber
You are everything that gives me equilibrium
A balance that complements me
A little massage with mint flavor
You… you have something that shines
Something that stands out
That’s why I want you to give me a couple of presents
30 carnivals, 400 thousand tales
a little box to safeguard moments
let’s blow bubbles in our coffee
let’s have 100 babies and leave the clichés for another day
you put a spell on me, witch
let’s go to Cuba
at a 100 miles per hour, skating through the West Indies
let’s make an engagement without a chapel
With the planting of grain and with the moon as a witness
Bundled up using the same coat

I want to walk on top of your hair
Until I reach the belly button of your ear
And provoke a couple of tickles
And give you a sheet of clams
Give you a kiss for breakfast
So we can fly to Neptune
If it’s cold I’ll warm you up with a poppy seed soup
And with a fricassee of haws

You are the main event, a painting
in movement
a tree that breathes… You are a Kali Ma goddess (The Hindu Goddess Kali Ma is the supreme feminine manifestation of compassion as she frees us from the prison of our own ego)
you rhyme
You match with me. How about
if I insert my index finger
in my mouth and I blow myself up like a balloon?
Well stop in a carob tree
Lets go because time is money
The night has stretched out
And I have the ocean as my chaperone
My legs have turned into cotton
Because being with you is the Shit.