Saint Leningrad

if my memories fall into a well
or fade in a burning hell
remember that, ninety weeks ago
we sat drunkenly side by side
with our defeated bodies
just to see the town on fire from above
we waited for the sky to fall
so leaden above our heads
like a concrete storm
over us and Leningrad

if my memories fall into a well
please, run to impound my reveries
drag them and hide them in wood
cause my hands are cold right now
and my throat is locked
there is no green in my eyes

if my memories betray me
cause it's possible, I'm afraid
seventy weeks ago at the bench of blows
the spring sun drilled your brown eyes
like a red hot barbed wire
leaving bright stains splashing on my mind
and we hold our hands
wishing for the religious fight
throwing sweat and wine
in lovely holocaust

if my memories fall into a well
Please, run to impound my reveries
Drag them all and hide them in wood
cause my hands are cold right now
and my throat is bolted
there is no green in my eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco J. Galacho
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