Cementerio

I've heard it said that if all the people who ever lived and died, were buried together, it would fill the size of Spain. No gazpacho, no El Greco No Flamenco and no Bolero Just row upon row, with nowhere to go on a Saturday night Dead all over, nothing to do Of course Guernica might fit in as would certainly, the Inquisition overseen by some church patrician staking out his historical place in God's eyes, of liturgical grace But who would be then accepting a place of Conquistadors amors if all the American continents couldn't be relied on to be invaded? There's still the rest of Europe. But stones and dates of birth and death as far to horizon as can be seen would be enough to put anybody off Pablo Casals and his pals would flee for less shaded climes and maybe start again, in Portuguese Pamplona's bulls unknown to run would only be cast in marbled stone above the heads of political deads, world-famous and anonymous unknowns So perhaps it's best to strew the gone over on and around the world beyond continental lands to north and south to spread the wealth by word and mouth We all in time will, without exception join the breathless dance of sleep Leave the Iberian Peninsula to Basques, the Castilians and Catalans The lifeless can lie in hinterlands peering up from past the Pyrenees © Goode Guy 2013-07-27