
London is cheating on me,
And I know it.
I feel her distance.
I hear her silence.
London is cheating on me,
God, I know it.
Aching heart,
Empty alleys.
London is cheating on me,
Temporarily.
London is cheating on me,
And I know it.
I feel her distance.
I hear her silence.
London is cheating on me,
God, I know it.
Aching heart,
Empty alleys.
London is cheating on me,
Temporarily.
Dear Blog Readers,
Weeping Virgin
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(above) A Cry of Despair
(above) Girl from Cordoba
(above) Portrait of Annikki Whidden
(above) Portrait of Carmen Requena
(above) Self Portrait
(above) Bird Series
(above) Bonnie, The Great Sitter
(above) Frida Kahlo
I’ve jumped every hurdle
I’ve sailed every sea
I’ve run every marathon.
So, why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I’m a toddler
All over
Again?
All over,
All over,
Again.
I’ve dealt with the summer
With the autumn and spring
Far too soon for the winter,
So, why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I’m a toddler
All over
Again?
All over,
All over,
Again.
Seen bellies of canyons.
Seen snowcapped mountain peaks.
Seen corals and starfish.
So, why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I’m a toddler
All over
Again?
All over,
All over,
Again.
There’s silver in my beard.
My life, I’ve half lived.
My face’s lined by crowsfeet.
So, why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I’m a toddler
All over
Again?
All over,
All over,
Again.
poem and photo - © Jesús Montero