A harsh wind had been blowing
around for some time
Water was being held in the bay by one storm cancelling the other
Voices were blown away by the roar of the storm
My heart beats ahead of me, banging away in my chest like dirty speed
Something acrid in my veins, fear replaces blame, but as long as the
north wind held strong the city was safe
Predictions, warnings, forecasts, but we assumed they were ill –
informed.
I was the north wind, you were the
hurricane
Such a scene of devastation
La tormenta, la tormenta
Such a scene
The battle between the north wind
‘chaos’ and the hurricane ‘fury’ was magnificent
I never joined the fury said chaos I always held strong
But, at noon the barometer began to drop,
At a rate that predicted a perfect storm of tremendous violence
Emotional carnage and little souvenirs,
The red scarf you bought me and a flood of tears.
I was the north wind, you were the
hurricane
Such a scene of devastation
La tormenta, la tormenta
Such a scene
I was the north wind, you were the hurricane
Such a scene of devastation
La tormenta, la tormenta
Such a scene
Such a scene
Such a scene
One little room inside remained
standing
But the flood rose so rapidly, our home fell, like a house of cards
When the flood water reached the electric light plant
The city plunged into darkness.
Every street was choked with the ruins.
While the restless sea, inside of me,
Not content with the damage, that had piled the wreckage,
In one great long mass
From city end to city end.
No one knew just where I landed, bruised and mangled
In the teeth of the fury.
No room for sympathy,
When we’re tackling the problem of burning the dead.
