it was nothing
for LG after GL
Who told her to shut her mouth?
Told her she spoke too much
Said the right things but at the wrong time
Who whispered not now my love
Not tonight Josephine. Not in this place
Not up this alley not here not where
The water runs up hill
not in times like this when time stands still
it is night and the stars curse the tiny earth
the bars are bright and full of loud guitars
and we look down from the bough
of a princes’ tree to see two lovers
in the dark when water matters more
since its sound gives up its source
and ‘though it will be clear by day
he presses his lips to hers and we hear him say
“we shall not speak of this
for only you and I are witnesses”
it is bright and tiny guitars curse the loud earth
and the night is full of bars
and spilling from the pomegranates heart
where the town is cut in half
where are lovers supposed to meet
when there are soldiers in the street?
It is loud and the bars curse the tiny night
With bright guitars and the full earth stars
In truth we choose to shut our mouths
It is up to us not to speak of such things.
In Granada they talk loudly, they sing harder
And when I say thank you they say de nada,
de nada, de nada, de nada,
