But tonight I’m all alone.
I look up when I walk
Counting the stars with tearful eyes
Remembering those happy summer days
But tonight I’m all alone.
Happiness lies beyond the clouds.
Happiness lies above the sky.
I look up when I walk
So the tears won’t fall
Though my heart is filled with sorrow
For tonight I’m all alone.
Remembering those happy autumn days
But tonight I’m all alone.
Sadness hides in the shadow of the stars.
Sadness lurks in the shadow of the moon.
I look up when I walk
So the tears won’t fall
Though my heart is filled with sorrow
For tonight I’m all alone.
Epilogue
As the plane taxied to a halt at El Prat airport in Barcelona, I did what most of the other passengers were doing: broke the rules. I turned on my smartphone before the plane had stopped and waited until it found the local mobile network.
There was a new text message, which was a very pleasant surprise.
Marc has arrived. Just had his first day at home. Dying to meet his godfather. Love from us both.
Risking a telling-off from one of the hostesses, I answered immediately:
I know it’s after 10 at night now, but godfather can’t wait to meet godson. But I don’t know address.
xxxx
Three quarters of an hour later the taxi drew up in front of a building in the Gràcia neighborhood. I unloaded my suitcase and rang the doorbell. A voice on the intercom said “Samuel?” That confirmed, the door opened with a loud buzz.
I went up the stairs with an unfamiliar feeling of excitement I couldn’t quite explain.
Meritxell, smiling proudly, was waiting for me at the door. I hugged her and we went inside. I was slightly shocked by the dirty clothes piled on a chair, the dishes in the sink and the window with its crooked broken blind. On my next visit I would start tidying everything up . . .
“He’s just woken up. Come and see . . .”
