The City loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
London loves me. 2012.
But it has not always been like this…
There was a time where I
One of the many I's
Stood at the gate of the City
And begged for permission to return
The city square thronging with silent Greeks
Watching my grandmothers being
Loaded onto trucks and onwards towards their deaths.
Sofia 1942. At midnight.
A secret delegation of evil-seekers
Sought to erase me out
30 years before I was conceived.
London, 1962.
St Mary's. Stoke Newington.
Here I come!
Walking this morning from King's Cross
Down through the rich streets
The sun urges me and the river beckons
Another city is shying away in my memory
Tel Aviv, now and forever
I shall never leave again
But I will always betray you
When your back is turned
Forget me please if you can
So that I return nowhere
Walk the streets
With no Antonio in mind
At the most it would be Damien Hirst
Modern Love is just a cover
The ring of your name last night
Along the dark Tavistock Place
You said neither No nor Yes
And I had to decide for myself
In the morning it was clear
London loves me. 2012
Let me empty the City
Of its hold of me
Let me release the bonds
Of the promise of your soft lips
Let me return and resume
My light gait
As I am carried along
Through the thick waves of the music surrounding me
There is no City
Only cities here and there
No girl at no port
London loves me. 2012.
