Please listen to my recording of the poem to the music, “Cansaco” by Nym
A cracked fountain, spewing water in the plaza
I’m asking for the impossible once again
and making broken promises at midnight
while throwing pennies to the bottom of a well.
My tears are just painted on tonight,
by the stars filtered through my veil..
A lady unapproachable, who’s given up on Life
and presses herself into the pages of the past.
But this cloudy night does not reveal the hidden
the yearning for that light touch, the sweet smell
of the flowers you hold in your hand..
I said I’d never conjure you again…. but I am hopeless.
hopeless hopeless hopeless
And somewhere down the street our song is playing
I bet you paid the angels just to see my face.
Only I can see you, only I feel you pressed to my side
as we parade past that cracked fountain, burbling away the night
I have given you up every end of the year
every birthday and anniversary and yet..you’re still here,
grasping my forearm in your death grip of love;
I know you’ll never let me go, and I am hopeless
as I pass by, everyone sees and everyone knows…. I am hopeless
hopeless hopeless hopeless
Karima Hoisan
June 23,2002
Costa Rica