on dreams, no compromises
on dreams, no compromises
in a mountain resort
I was hiding in a tomb village
on the fifth day I fled
from my high post I watched
four-wheel drive movements
I was chased like
an amerindian with a flintgun
by the camping rules of aragon
I'd been an implant not catching at el burgo de osma
and at numerous medieval town centres
cathedrals and convents, treasure crypts
altar pieces and roman walls
all shiny restored
as they do grave monuments
and thus, in spain as anywhere
I'm a migrant without a tribe.
an empty tent, an ageing body
that's what they bring you, those words
of william de malfait:
on dreams, no compromises
(Alquezar, 20-03-2000).