PROPHECY

 One day after ten years

I will come back to Hull

However, I wont find you

The neon lights of your street

Shall be gleaming like today

And the poplar growing by your window

Will be wet under the rain

Naked without leaves

Life as usual

Traffic lights

Cars tooting away

And the pompous birch in whose bark

I chiselled our names

Cupid dart broke other hearts

Shall exhibit other lovers

Other names

The old pensioner with his cloth cap

Walking with stick

Whom we used to meet on our way

Shall be dead for a long time

At the door will I wait

For you but never came

Ten minutes like ten years

Standing in the rain

I ´ll ask your landlord

Where is Suzanne dear man?

Gone, she is ever gone

Neither tacks, no trucks, no address

Like the Demerara rum

Vanished

Good days of wine and roses

This is not your street

Nothing of you in it remains

Only memories

Of happiness with you in the winter days

I will go the pub of the Cross Keys

And drink beer to forget

Beer without you will be stale

Of bitter taste

Where is Suzanne dear man?

The London girl of twenty year

Full of life

Plenty of grace

I´ll fetch my guitar and go

Back to Spain

And get older and older

Between printing words

And newspapers pages

You always hold yourself

Out of reach