Tony Bennett or T.Bennett

 

Walking in the midnight city streets

Where the traffic talks to me, here in the centre of Barcelona.

Watching people hurry to their houses

Signs and spaces in the world-whizz and your footsteps

Paint platform time

Graced with the music of Tony Bennett and friends.

That cool breeze that blows, on the metro platform as the train,

Approaches cooling down, the heat of the summer underground

The train rolls in

With its bright lights revealing a sea of strangers and possibilities.

Who will I meet on this journey?

What story will she tell me of her autobiography?

Graced with the music of Tony Bennett and friends.

That cool breeze that blows, on the metro platform as the train,

Approaches cooling down, the heat of the summer underground

 
Alexia ChellunT