What about now, Jose? The party's over, the lights are off, the crowd's gone, the night's gone cold, what about now? you, who are nameless, who mocks the others, you who writes verses who loves, protests what about now?
What about now, Jose? The party's over, the lights are off, the crowd's gone, the night's gone cold, what about now? you, who are nameless, who mocks the others, you who writes verses who loves, protests what about now?
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What about now, Jose? The party's over, the lights are off, the crowd's gone, the night's gone cold, what about now? you, who are nameless, who mocks the others, you who writes verses who loves, protests what about now?
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the lights are off, the crowd’s gone, the night’s gone cold, what about now, José? You, what about now? You, who are nameless, who mocks the others, you who writes verses who loves, protests What about now, José? You have no wife, you have no speech you have no affection You can’t drink, you can’t smoke, you can’t even spit The night’s gone cold, the day didn’t come, the tram didn’t come, laughter didn’t come utopia didn’t come and everything is over and everything fled and everything rotted What about now, José? What about now, José? Your sweet words, your feverish instant, your feasting and fasting, your library, your gold mine, your glass suit, your incoherence, your hate — What about now? Key in hand you want to open the door, but there's no door; You want to die in the sea, but the sea has dried; you want to go to Minas but Minas is no longer there. José, what about now? If you screamed, if you moaned, if you played a Viennese waltz, if you slept, if you were tired, if you died… But you don’t die, you’re hard, José! Alone in the dark like a wild animal, without theogony, without a naked wall to lean against, without a black horse that flees galloping, you march, José! José, to where?