THE LOST SONG
It's in the fate of lovers to love each other loosing themselves while they're travelling taking by hand each other looking for a road that doesn't exist or that exists only in memories sung by ancient men lived in ancient times so far unreachable lost defeated disappeared (forever)
It's in the nature of lovers to live their time cancelling themselves into a space without border out of time out of scope out of rules using un-existing colours to paint sunsets and inventing rainbows made by light and bodies that they only understand and share together
It's in the sleep of lovers that you recognize the quietness of who had everything and nothing at the same time
It's in this forgotten song that I find you again lover mine while you were looking at me
and you were smiling
and you were waving to me with your hand
for the last time