Where do we go from here 2

The poet,

He was born in England, he came to spain to search the remains of his uncle, David who lost his life during the civilian war many years ago.

His family didn't want to stay under Franco, they left For England.

he wrote his first song when 12 years old.

mother, where do we go from here?
mother, where do we leave for if Franco wants more?
mother, what if he comes and we don't leave?
are we going to die? are we going to leave for the sky?

mother, i don't want to leave no more
mother, i want to stay home
for what ever it takes
i don't want to leave no more

mother, are you afraid of the germans?
is this why you didn't circumcised me although
i m a bloody jew?

he thought it is a song, but didn't realize it was life and not poetry.

At night he could not sleep. He was restless. He went out, he heard trance music from the distance.
as he spproached the place he saw three dormans and a handfull of young teenagers lining for the entrance.

He asked if he is allowed in, the door man told him it is for members only, he was upset,
he was anxious to get in to touch the walls of sound, the tythm, the young sweat.
As he turned away Dalia arrived. What do you do? she asked. I want to get in the poet answered.

Are you John Hensly Densmor? the famous poet. I am answered the poet.
Lets spend the night together she said taking the poet by his arm walking into the club.

The doorman asked his collegues, what are we going to do if Dario arrives and see the two of them together?