The Spaniards Lament
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The old lothario sits at the aged piano and runs his fingers across the keys. He recalls the hours he spent in the jazz clubs on the cheap side of town. The magic of the music remains with him as does the memory of the only woman he loved
In the patterns of darkness the civil tongue speaks Its full of reminders of days in the sun The unshaved bartender offers advice You should not be here for fear of breaking your life But the music is soothing the clientele quiet The saxophone player gives way to the violin The drummer is silent he waits for the passion to flow In the light by the door in the dust and stale tears Is the woman who lives with the memories and pain I hide in the shadows I am just an observer She cannot see me my outline has changed My face creased and lined like a crumpled love letter On dark coloured paper that used to be white I leave for the night my exit not noticed I walk past the gutter where love now resides I hear the faint music of Carlos and Maya Like an anthem for old fools it plays as I go
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