One of my places is here, right between the church and the market place, the parc and theater.
I can feel much, the soul of the land, smell the earth, the heat of your body too.
We been waiting to gather, then we met, and we will meet again soon enough
I hope you’re doing well, if you need anything, just say.
I can’t get over loosing love, going higher and then lower each time we kiss, every time we come
So maybe better not to start, choosing is giving up
Shall I stop asking for concern, just lay down dawn, watch the city, stay still and listen to stars?
Holding tied to your souvenir in the morning wind, I hope the sun will rise so I can touch your smile.