Yes, I know, it has taken me 8 months living in Barcelona to make a poem about it. :)
This is what I would like to share with you today.
I actually wrote another poem on the subject, which I will share in the next blog entry.
I hope you enjoy.
Thank you for your time and attention,
As the sky turns melancholy blue,
the streets light up with white an orange too.
The city speaks of lives lived together and lives lived apart,
the streets whisper of pain and pleasure, often hand in hand.
Trying to find a friend amidst the myriad faces
though relieved when the hour turns silent.
The city shifts its tone
from dusk 'till dawn,
for another day is done
you can almost hear it thinking:
what will tomorrow become?
Fading shadows intertwining with glimpses of light,
hope and love lost in the air, conflict and presence echo
the now emptying streets.
As the night turns black
the night-crawlers are
engulfed by a labyrinth.
The lonely bark of a dog,
the motor of a speeding car,
a song in the distance.
The monuments are forgotten
and so are the battles fought,
the city ready to wake up anew;
its people's faces the same,
their hearts just a little closer to bloom.