Pilar

 I met Pilar in Barcelona, singing in the pouring rain. She'd won a spot in front of the old Cathedral. I'd seen her often in a back courtyard, no one listening. Still no one was listening except for me. It was miserable weather, but she was in the coveted location at last. I gave her a few Euros, it was as if I'd given her the world. She gathered a couple of soggy brochures describing concerts she'd done, she smiled and smiled and sang and sang.