Me, Evangeline and Old No 7
Many starved families are roaming Gijón downtown these days. They went here looking for the euro paradise and now things are going bad. I saw a sweet face this morning when I returned home from the courthouse. I was thinking in such a stupid thing like the moment when the last trial woud become a bank income, when she ran into me for a dime, you know friends. Her face, her childish laughter, the inmaculate bright of her pale blue eyes in a bronze skin with a long dark hair. How she called me: Señor ¡, and me, my real myself, hidden over my black coat and my most serious tie.
Such a nice jammig opened the great gate. I held her hand and gave her my best smile. It was magic. I removed my tie and stiffed up my coat collars, and went down mainstreet just singing:
“Then an angel appeared she was just 17
In a dirty old town with a conscious so clean
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
She’s brought back the life that I once threw away”