Berlin

Where is my power to be back? 

This city call me 

In all  it is coming back

Why?

Why?

Should I remember 

The smell of a bretzel 

And a coffee of Starbuck in alexanderplatz

I remember my cold hands bringing back a curry

Innocent and naive

I hoped I could be back

But life run in another way

I let my tears go 

In the streets 

Seing him in one picture

I know all the time I do this

My heart ache move in and move back

I prefer dreaming to be back

To let me get a small space of peace

Even if I know I won't be back