Stuck in the soles of my high heeled trainers,
as I walked up seventh avenue,
I found a little rock that reminded me of home.
In memories I travelled back to when…
I walked Manhattan, Montparnasse, and la Puerta del Sol,
strolled through Alexanderplatz, Las Ramblas and Gran Vía,
sat at la Plaza de Mayo, felt the breeze that warms Bombay
and crawled through the jungles of Guatemala,
then I let the sands from the Sahara burn my cares away…
And I stopped dreaming…
And I looked in the window of the shop that I was passing
and saw the reflection of one million souls that walked alone.
Hurrying to find warmth,
trying hard to believe,
with little more than a glance,
forcing their smiles as they grieve
for the many that we’ve left behind
who will find comfort in the shadows that surround us.
So please don’t turn on all the lights
or else the ghosts can’t find us…
Home is a thought an illusion,
the sidewalk is waving goodbye,
the little rock stuck in my trainers
has made me realise,
that nothing is less
and what little is more
it is more than is less for the better.
I’ll never find anything more worth believing in
than having the strength to ignore
all the foolish thoughts that
will drive me to want more, more and yet more.
After all we’re all children of changes…
The Old Night,
the New Dawn,
C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 31 DEC 2020, Valencia, Spain