Allí Donde Solíamos Gritar (Love Of Lesbian)

Song Meaning

The lyrics revisit a potent, shared past, returning to a place "Donde solíamos gritar" (Where we used to shout). It's a landscape of lingering echoes, where "el monstruo" (the monster) still lives and peace remains elusive. Time feels distorted here, a "ahora sin edad" (ageless now) where youthful scribblings on benches still persist, marking a moment frozen in memory. Central to this return is the persistent, almost primal "grito" (shout or scream). The narrator describes it as both "problema y solución" (problem and solution), a force that "siempre acecha" (always lurks) and can extinguish the "luces de mi negra alerta" (lights of my black alert). This suggests the 'grito' is a raw, essential form of expression, a release that, while perhaps destructive, is also uniquely clarifying. A striking contrast emerges in the narrator's self-perception: "Tengo un cuchillo y es de plástico / Donde solía haber metal" (I have a plastic knife / Where there used to be metal). This image suggests a loss of potency or a shift in how the narrator engages with conflict. Further, the declaration "Soy grito y soy cristal" (I am shout and I am glass) encapsulates a profound duality—intense and fragile, capable of both piercing sound and shattering vulnerability, caught in a "punto medio" (middle ground) that the other person "tanto odiabas" (hated so much). The lyrics' power lies in this unresolved tension, particularly in the relationship with the implied 'you.' The repeated refrain, "Te hundirá y me hundirá / Y solamente el grito nos servirá" (It will sink you and me / And only the shout will serve us), highlights a shared, perhaps destructive, reliance on this raw expression. The sudden, repeated assertion, "Y ya está, ya hay paz" (And that's it, there's peace now), feels less like genuine resolution and more like a forced acceptance, immediately undercut by the final, poignant lines: "¿Por quién gritaba? / Lo sé y tú no / No preguntabas / Tú nunca, no." This reveals a deep, unaddressed chasm of understanding, suggesting the 'grito' was always more complex than it seemed, and the peace, ultimately, is a solitary one.