Return to Innocence

When life seems to fade off, you come out from the mist reaching the beach, while the violins play their best note. When I touch the ground, I hear the tune of an old piano, smelling to your parfum, bringing back our dances on the balcony. When I sleep, your whispers blow a nice keltoi flute, envolving my dream in that old apartment looking at the sea. When the wind whistles the summer music, I return to my innocence, running through the green meadows towards the blue ocean.