The land where I love
The land where I love
The sound changes at night.
Different musics resonate.
Does not combine sunlight.
Because the form changes.
The form is absolute beauty.
The sea has the absolute form.
Combined with absolute form
and it spreads infinitely.
The form changes to the sound
while changing the combination.
The notes of the sea
it was reflected in the dark sky above the sea.
The land where I love
It is not the lie.
It is not my memory.
How many times I thought,
I would bury my bones on this land.
One night
when it lit
Tibidabo church.
It was like floating,
like flying in the sky
in the dark.
I was overcoming the words.
It was a time of
fantasy and mystery.
I don’t know how many times I thought.
It is not the lie.
It is the only truth.
I loved that land.
The land of a place
in front of mediterraneo.
Maybe, never, never
tell the truth.
The reason for leaving.
The only thing I can say
still
I love that land.
I love that land.
Where is…calls “Barcelona”.
