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ghost valentine

Inspiration for this one came from a few sources -- my travels to Argentina, learning more about the desparecidos in Chile, Argentina, and  much of South America, and the brilliant documentary, Nostalgia de la luz. The verses came quickly but couldn't locate chorus for a few weeks until my three-year old lent a hand. Sitting at his table, he placed a ghost sticker on a piece of paper full of stickers. He then asked me to choose a sticker from his collection. I peeled away a heart and this exchange ensued:
"Where should I put this one, Daniel?"
"Next to the ghost."
"Why?"
​"Even ghosts need a valentine, Dad."    

and there it was.  --​James

lyrics     © James Damico 

Soldiers, come with guns, come in silence, come in dead of night
Come to snatch me from your arms, come to snuff out my life
Decades come and go still searching for love in the Atacama sand
Nothing but memories and histories flow through your hands
 
Won’t you, won’t you be mine. Be my, be my ghost valentine
 
our babies are all grown they got kids of their own
Each and every night I pray, they got your soul, they got your corazon
In our neighborhood, leaves fall from the tree
Each one a floating kiss in the breeze from me
 
Won’t you, won’t you be mine. Be my, be my ghost valentine
 
Lean in, I’m always a whisper away
40 years and counting, as if a day
 
Won’t you, won’t you be mine. Be my, be my ghost valentine
 Won’t you, won’t you be mine. Be my, be my ghost valentine

 
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Photograph by James Damico