If you see me at midnight
Walking the streets
You'll know it was me for I cannot sleep
I've pushed away the dreams
And spoiled the quiet
So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
Feeling so right and things will run
The fever is near
I wish you were here
The City Lights - Umbrellas
Today a friend, happy because I was happy, told me she preferred the untamed country to the city; she does not like too many people around and see… I understand her.
I spend a lot of time alone, lost in my thoughts, in my studies, in my books. I love being alone, listening to my music, learning new effects in photoshop, watching a freshly downloaded chapter of my favourite series… Then, how can I dislike the country with such passion, you’d say?
There is not a simple answer, but the city itself. I love the streets of my city: old, narrow and wise streets full of History written with capital letters or new and luminous, full of gardens, parks and children… I love the light of my city, painted by so many artists and never completely reflected… I love the people, noisy and friendly, and how you always can find a kind face amongst the crowd… A city where you can smell the scent of the orange blossoms in the spring and the scent of wet soil when it rains… A city spread on the shore of an ancient Sea, built, century after century, by conquerors and alchemists, kings and warriors, Romans and Visigoths, Moors and Christians…
And at nightfall, when the city lights show us a different face of the buildings and the streets, the time slows-down and it seems the night never will finish…
My friends are here; my life is here. I never feel I’m alone in the city though, like now, there was no one with me.
The City Lights - Umbrellas
Today a friend, happy because I was happy, told me she preferred the untamed country to the city; she does not like too many people around and see… I understand her.
I spend a lot of time alone, lost in my thoughts, in my studies, in my books. I love being alone, listening to my music, learning new effects in photoshop, watching a freshly downloaded chapter of my favourite series… Then, how can I dislike the country with such passion, you’d say?
There is not a simple answer, but the city itself. I love the streets of my city: old, narrow and wise streets full of History written with capital letters or new and luminous, full of gardens, parks and children… I love the light of my city, painted by so many artists and never completely reflected… I love the people, noisy and friendly, and how you always can find a kind face amongst the crowd… A city where you can smell the scent of the orange blossoms in the spring and the scent of wet soil when it rains… A city spread on the shore of an ancient Sea, built, century after century, by conquerors and alchemists, kings and warriors, Romans and Visigoths, Moors and Christians…
And at nightfall, when the city lights show us a different face of the buildings and the streets, the time slows-down and it seems the night never will finish…
My friends are here; my life is here. I never feel I’m alone in the city though, like now, there was no one with me.
Yours,
~Evil Spambot~
