Choose me and I will guide you for a while,
Through the alleys, the tunnels, and the streets.
When eyes again lose me for the next mile,
Excuse me, I seek refuge from the heat.
Twos and ones—we march on in single file,
Clues of travel are blisters on our feet.
Tibidabo views us not as exiles,
Statued gaze and arms up for us to greet.
Pews line Sagrat Cor neatly into aisles,
Whose harmonies fill the air here so sweet?
Spread around the news we met the trial,
Pursued twenty thousand steps of concrete.
Coos and caws stream out of pigeon beak smiles,
Blew in with seabreeze gale winds on repeat.
Symbols inked in hues of black and gray style,
Tattooed reminders on our skin complete .
Shoes tip and tap the pavement and the tile,
Fuse flesh and stone as one with my heartbeat.
Renew me as a guide here for a while,
Due time in one, two, three years should we meet.