Late night practice
(La noche en blanco)

Back home in silence I remember the old days
And it feels like I'm burning inside...
When I see that I am moving ever farther away
Falling away wherever I may bide

Stronghearted longing for the future to come
Every hindsight builds a prelude
With thousand years spent to drifting along
It all appears just like an etude

Time is dear with the dearest next
Absence opens a hole for the darker thoughts
Leaving the soul rushed about and vexed
and torn open like hit by thousand gun-shots

Red warmth from the heart still streams
Cast out into the late night
Building the reality out of dreams
Holding on to every second of sight

Quien va a Sevilla
pierde su silla

J.M. 08-09-05.2012