I DONT GIVE UP

Oh mr. Miles

I learned English at your class

Was he an Englishman?

No. He was a Pole

Prophets of the times to come

The barking dogs of Moncloa

Proclaiming dreams of love

Your sweetheart was in the British Isles

England

My England

The country of fogs

When Junes were

The best months

Across the sky of Hornchurch

Pubs

Of bitter ale

Walking to the inderground

Misterious and mystic London

Forgive me

Lord

I perceived the resplendence of  a  shining meteor

That divine light never went off

Now I repent

In front of the extinguished fire

Cenders  of that love not quenched anymore

The tail  of dreams moves the peacock

I dont give up

Forgive me God

 

viernes, 27 de febrero de 2026