Turdera

Walking barefoot
through the city
swaying to the rhythm
of a song
a little rain
and now this sun
heats the pavement
and that steam...
I live in a quiet neighborhood
there's no need
for you to look for me
the sidewalks bear
the mark of my feet
just in case, I tell you
if you want to perfume me
the scents of my street don't fade
When the fair arrives
everything changes
Fridays in Turdera
everything is colorful
one day a week
to shop
I've come up with another excuse
to walk
I live in a quiet neighborhood
there's no need
for you to look for me
the sidewalks bear
the mark of my feet
just in case, I tell you
if you want to perfume me
the scents of my street don't fade