The history has closed its darkest side,
The eye remains, the legend still applies.
The night reveals all hidden streets,
Where hours turn the cold to heat.
The streets seem tiny and so old.
A history of ages there could be told.
Their world seems distant and so far…
But warm and open is how they really are.
A heavy rain invades the stony ground,
And makes you step into a darkish pub.
The dranken beer will melt the ice cold heart.
You'll feel relieved and ready to moove on.
The city shows its coloured side,
A wide of nations, feeled with pride.
A city full of rules and laws,
That seems yet all so natural and warm.
A part of me, would love to stay!
The other, wants just to fly away…
Confusing thoughts invade my brain,
I keep on looking at the poring rain…
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