Barcelonas

Barcelona sits in front of me
It sits on my train
How weird is this?
You take a train that
Ought take you away
And you sit in front of it
That train contains
Other trains, where
You hoped, smiled,
Despaired, cried,
Feared
There are also there
All those other trains
You dreamt about
Stealing away
These you never
Admitted to love
Until it was too late
Barcelona looks at me
White on black
As if hiding the secrets I conceal
The city stalks me
I swear I saw it in
The comic book shop today
And in my friend talking
About books
We might wish to forget
But we can only go along
The flow
On roads, trains, planes
Life is cluttered with Barcelonas
Mine sits
On the side of the Vlatva
Underneath the shadows
Of the Sagrada Familia
And under the loving guardship
Of Knightsbridge
I do not know
What your Barcelona is
But I wish you loved it
That is the least
We can do
After all
Either you love
Either you don't

Irène Corso, Namur & Celles, 3 de Noviembre