Since Spotify became popular, singles are singles again. Now the singles not only have to be catchy, but also have to talk about the Eloi (those hedonistic beings of the Wellsian future) and their heartbreak, so that we Morlocks (subhumans without conscience, from the same pen) have what © dance while we crawl through the basement of the world. A beautiful way to put our problems aside to reflect and express our opinion on these richer, more beautiful and more cultured Eloi.
I don't know if Dani Martín is rich. I think it won't be bad for him. José's mother, who is apparently enjoying her well-deserved retirement in Benidorm, is old enough to be the grandmother of Ester Exposito, a muse in her twenties to whom Dani Martín dedicated a love song, let's see if the flute plays it. I cannot agree with the angry criticism of my underground comrades. I found it funny that these texts are full of local names from Cádiz. I'm watching a Judd Apatow film here. The Plot: A pop singer meets a movie star who was born when he was already famous. He writes a song for her to meet him at Carbones 13 (a famous place in Tarifa where these kind of people go), just to confirm that his lover likes the Zarriosa music that has dethroned pop. She will fall in love with a Gaga player (for example Rauw Alejandro) and after several comical attempts he will realize that the young woman sees him the way he would see Sara Montiel, for example. Funny story that I unfortunately can't witness. Because I am allergic to both the places in Tarifa and its residents. I just hope that by “the girls from Palmar” he means some who come from Palmar de Troya. It won't be like that. What is written between the lines in this song is not for us, the Morlocks. The song (which is very good) is danced by middle-aged ladies at neighborhood karaokes and city parties, dreaming that “Why don't you look at me when I wrote it for us?” will happen to them, says Martín to them . These ladies, their audience, will never come across Dani Martín, nor will their children come across Ester Expósito. “The poor man returns to his poverty, the rich man returns to his wealth, and the Lord heals his masses,” Serrat sang, concluding with “We're going down the hill, 'cause up on my street the party is over.” . 
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