Harsh balls of cold frost,

Embrace the corners of the wind,

Winter prevails unannounced

Old streets stained with bitter emptiness

And the evening is dressed with riddles

 

Every home has its secret,

What really happens behind the palace of closed doors?

It took time to know people,

It still takes time to know people,

For matters close to the heart,

Are sometimes a mystery to the world

But what really lies beyond the souls of sweet smiles and nice clothes?

 

They say its the place to BE,

Some people call it an overpriced prison

Some people call it foolish paradise

I call it my 2nd home

 

A collective force of many worlds,

divided from a oneness

Its MUSIC- Independent

From North to South

From West to East

From Street to Street

New trends evolve slowly, creating the spirit of many new worlds

 

And as for this melting pot,

a fantastic blend

An International puzzle

Paris is precious

Its lovely in Prague

What about London?

 

TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ