EN ER MUNDO

he an Irish vampire
she an English ghost
it had to be platonic

both he and she
going steady now
for a thousand years

he haunted
by her beauty
she desiring his kiss

as he sipped
his ****** Mary
he realised he could see

his reflection
in the cracked mirror
how could that be

he saw too
his ghost friend
was putting on weight

become a thing
of flesh and blood
as once she was

now at last
they could live
and die from love

got jobs as
ballroom dancers
on a cruise ship

he wearing
a heavy sun cream
just in case

he would
turn back again
to be sure to be sure

she happy
to be
gaining weight

they  danced
a sensuous pasodoble
lost in the music

PASODOBLE.
An unfinished symphony, this life,
like a pasodoble, at times,
growing each day, and ending.
While this, my life, fills with its musical band,
a music that plays through days and moments,
as the path draws to a close.
And the drums sound,
to bid farewell
to that life,
that gets stuck,
and doesn't want to end,
while pasodobles play on

Música y vinos, Manuel Morales Martínez (1977)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6vCfTo8idE&list=RDt6vCfTo8idE&start_radio=1