Now and then (not often) you find a poem that really resonates. This is just such a discovery. From Francisco Bravo Cabrera, a talented artist who, it seems, has so many talents! Please do visit his blog.
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…
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