Carol King 1971. Her soulful hit from Tapestry, followed me around Gran Via, along the back lanes, stayed the song in my head in Museo del Prado.
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn’t help to know that you’re just time away
A lovely day – clear blue skies, jackets off, shades on, people basking in the sun on lawn. Don Quixote on this horse with his farmer squire on donkey, a fiction celebrated in bronze.
Long ago, I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh, how I wish I could
But you’re so far away,
Streets full of people, shops full of stuff. Restaurants with set lunches – starter, main, wine and desert ten euros up. The homeless reaching out, a Spanish guitarist with CDs to sell, youth on skateboards, old couples, young lovers, tourists facebooking their holidays.
One more song about movin’ along the highway
I can’t say much of anything that’s new
But if I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it bein’ close to you
Facing Las Meninas in the hall of Spanish Golden Age, the great Velázquez staring straight at his audience staring at his painting as if he wanted to see our expressions when we look at his masterpiece hundreds of years later.
And Goya, the romantic artist who was more tormented if his paintings are anything to go by. Another one of the 1001 paintings to see before you die, Goya’s depiction of Third of May 1808 and other gory works of his Black Paintings reflected the darkest days of his life.
Bell ringing. Museum closing soon. Got to find my way back through the maze of this city. Thinking of people I love and knew, all so far away.
Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin’ else to do but close my mind
And I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
There’s so many dreams that I’ve yet to find