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... !