The city

Today everything smelled like fish
We´ve been to the sea
To the city
And even to a church on a mountain

I felt the sun burning on my skin
The heavyness of my bag on my shoulders
I heard the music from the street musician
On top of all the other sounds the city has

But most importantly, I felt free
Inspired by the busy city, full of hopes and dreams
(sometimes shattered hopes and dreams, by the city)
It’s maybe a privilige that I felt free
But I did

I felt alive
I even put some of my hopes and dreams in that city
(Although statistics say that there is one shooting per day)
I felt save
Maybe one day i’m living there.

Maybe not. We’ll see.