ROADS

ROADS

I remember how I was coming… from far away, from the winter, not knowing you, looking for you with restless eyes, without suspecting you were hidden in the outline of a still nameless love story…

… and then I remember how I was leaving the place where I would have liked to stay forever, my eyes in tears of happiness looking into yours, our palms stuck on each other, separated by that airport window, that cold boundary between the one who leaves and the one who stays…

I remember how I was coming… descending from the torrid July sun and walking on an earth in flames, holding the torch of an incandescent love in my heart….

… and I remember how I was leaving… mild guitar songs left behind me, in clear summer nights by the edge of the sea… to find them again in the fall…

I remember how I was coming… with the colors of September mixed in my hair and the colors of summer in my eyes filled with love… to run together hand in hand toward that island of eternal happiness, with white seagulls and blue sea, with golden beaches sheltering a secret love dream…

…and then I remember how I was leaving… this time taking the song with me, enriching it to give it back to you once again, multiplied with myself, to live by its own life just like the never extinguished torch of love…

I remember how I was coming… to taste the holy light of the Easter night together with you, reborn again from the restlessness of the spring time with playful white lambs running over the green fields…

… and I remember how I was leaving, one sad cloudy morning… with too much of the silence of broken dreams along a road that seemed endless…

I remember how I was coming… again running toward the island of paradise that my soul had so much dreamed of and ached for… now wearing the colors of a more tired fall season where the secret and magic beaches of the island were hidden to our eyes… I remember how I was charging my arms and pockets with sweet little memories, dear to my heart, praying in secret to the departing ships to bring me there once more… without knowing that I was losing my song, which would remain behind, on the island of paradise, where only in the mild nights of early September will it still be heard playing on the distant strings of a never extinguished love…

I remember how I was leaving… without knowing I would never return.

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