In Search of Lost Love
If the flight were so beautiful,
why look for dates?
Finding love is all poetry...
To run away from that is to be hermetic...
Me for myself, I walk through the unforgettable places where love has passed...
I didn't run away, I was made a fugitive
by merciless fate...
I live in nostalgia, it's true
but still i'm happy
for this love that I gave and gained...
I'm just following spring paths
of sweet paths gone...
Effluents advise me
of happy days...
I long to find the love I lost!
I dream of a divine future,
saved for those
that preserved in memory
unforgettable of the chimera
of those who loved the greatest love
that lived in all times... !
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