the crowds, the loud roars of hello as they pass
by each other, this impression will forever last
of a city as bright as light the beginning of day
a vitality that in my memory will always stay
will I return to this place I wanted to call my home?
or am I destined to be forever on my own
in a place where my dream is always around the corner
drifting further or closer? I feel it's getting warmer
the voices, the noises, the sounds of kids, not strife
in this vibrant place, where too-loud sounds are rife
like a picture painted suddenly it comes to life
the city is my partner, and I would be his wife.
R WILSON 2009
poem about Barcelona, Spain.