Enter the village of Loporzano with care
Watch fot the stork on the church, she’ll protect you
They say there’s an owl living
In the bell tower that hunts
Your dreams at night like a ghost.
Turn right then left stop
The woodpecker knocks on the door.
Now pay attention
There’s a woman with a biblical name and far away eyes
Who is a true inn keeper
She’ll keep you in her house with a warming smile
And hot coffee and
If you’ re lucky she’ll feed you boletas
And hand beaten aioli.
She understands the true art of listening
Which is a greater gift than talking.
In the library is a girl who reads books.
Take care: she knows all about subtle interventions.
Once a week she takes the fast train to the capital
To even deepen her knowledge.
And yes there’s a man. He does the talking
His gestures as quick as his observing blue eyes.
He’s an expert on ruins in the bend of the road
(Watch out for Little Bustards!)
From Bujalaroz to Candasnos.
He can tell a Crested from a Thekla’s.
One day you might meet him before sunrise
At El Planeron de Belchite
He’ll show you the secretive Dupont’s Lark
And disappear again.
And finally there’s a cat.
Keep your bedroom door shut because she wants
To sleep with you.
All the stray cats in the village want
Her love but it’s you she prefers.
Leave the house early in the morning
When the quails call
Quit quit quick
When the nightingale still sings in the garden
And the sparrows gossip in the pines.
Follow the giant yellow finger
In the back yard and whisper
That you will come back some day
Some other May.