My second song was also inspired by my visit to Rome. While there, I made a personal pilgrimage to the room where one of my favourite poets, John Keats, died. I was struck by how the poet must have been dying in a point of the city at which life flowed on so vividly outside up and down the Spanish steps, perhaps a little less crowded in his time, but I am guessing not a lot. I wrote the last lines of the chorus on inspiration in the visitors' book. My flu then got really deadly and I found myself overly sympathising with the dying poet within hours. Over the next few days, I kind of mapped out the verses, but in note form. My creative juices were dried up by my high temperatures.
Back home in Catalonia, as I slowly began to recover, I managed to finally synthesise the notes I had written into verses and a tune came to me almost immediately. I recorded it yesterday in a burst of energy, that has slightly subsided today, sadly.
But anyway, here it is. I hope enough people get to hear it, because I am proud of this one.