From a little town I am | Poem

I come from small town,

as an uterus,

from a small place I come.

I went to the big city,

as my dreams:

big

startling 

and always against the clock.

In here even the sky is different.

In here the airplanes go by,

there are a lot of lights,

not a lot of stars;

So much people,

but they're not good.

A lot of museums,

but they're always empty.

When I'm back to this little town I smell the fresh smell of bread,

my mom,

my family.

I feel the streets, my school, the highway.

When I go to the big city, 

it's always with a suitcase,

'cuz it's a round trip.

Because I don't stay here,

I don't belong here.

Those airplanes are not for me,

all those lights are not for me,

and those people are not for me.

When I'm back to the little town,

I'll only stay with the memory of the museums,

the dreams and the people who helped me to 

make them come true.

From a little town I am, in this little town I'll go.

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