One good reason...

Bilbao

The sound of the bell fades away
A kind of electricity vibrating
through the cold, November air
As the last leaves cling desperately
to the small, gnarled, city trees
And the signs start to wink on –
Farmacia, Regalos, Pastelería
The city comes alive – almost all at once
A moment only, my back was turned
Now there are people in the street,
Children laughing in the square
A shop-keeper opening his store
Street musicians trying their luck
All under a sign proclaiming
That same, tenacious cry
¡Euskaraz!  ¡Independzía!

Madrid

Me encanta a ver Madrid
por la noche
desde las montañas que rodearla
Porque las luces de la cuidad
crea un dibujo que me hipnotiza.
¿Cómo puede existir tanto gente?
Más gente que el país de Ecuador
Me encanta a ver las carreteras
Serpentean para bajar las colinas
Como cintas que entran la cuidad
Y forman un gran lazo
encima de la regala que es España
Se dice que
“Todas carreteras se llevan a Roma”
Pero, aquí en España, la verdad es que
Ellas me llevan, cada vez, a Madrid.

Dachau (What I Found There)

I went to Dachau in search of history
I left with a sense of peace
I went looking for God
and found Him
not in the chapel,
the synagogue,
the church,
but in the stones beneath my feet
in the life of the trees and grass
in the story of thousands
who passes through the painfully
wrought-iron bars of the gate
(Works Sets You Free… through Death)
He is there, in the new growth
of a tree where once
criminal minds held sway
He wants to tell us that
Forgiveness triumphs over evil
for after all, His Son proved it true
and, like Anne Frank,
in the same time, different place,
seeing the trees rise up out of
the wreckage of evil
we can still say that, Despite All This
There Is Good Left In The World.

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