Familiar streets, foreign places
became your home. Dreams
you’re chasing brought you here;
unspoken laws keep you here,
surrounded by
endless crowds, empty faces.
Morning train, heavy rain
on the street, on your cheek;
ne t’inquiète pas, they say
tutto passa,
but rain is now storms
of uncertainty.
Vacant stares, crowded spaces
you hear
a sound, a voice, a word,
you light up -
the language of your first dreams;
the words from your childhood;
the sounds from home;
language
brings you back
home.
About The Author: Gloria is an Olea Ambassador (Team 1.0, March - Sept 2023) and holds a 1st Class Hons in Foreign Languages Applied to Law and Business (LEA) (English, Spanish, Mandarin Chinese) from the University of Nice as well as a Master of Chinese Studies from the University of Edinburgh.