The highway of time that takes me to you is a somewhat slow breath when evening comes.
I walked at night without asking myself if this discordant rain was hiding the moon.
You will have time, I always told myself. You will have time and I won't think about anything.
Summer always comes back and when I come back to you the lakes don't let me sleep.
It's too early to change my image but,
There is ¨ Desert of ink that makes me remember.
You'll have time, I always told myself. You will have time and I won't think about anything.
I will sing because love flies, as long as it flies in the air, there is still a word.
Life is a song, a dream, an emotion to give.
I will sing like a summer cicada of journeys along the Euphrates, of plowed wagons and fairies,
of dreams and chimeras of lakes and mountain ranges that the wise man has predicted for me.
/>You will have time.
The lizards never move in the sun, as the days pass by, evening falls.
I drive along the Riviera and I notice that there is a pylon on the hill challenging the sky .
You will have time I always told myself. You will have time and I won't think about anything.
I will sing like a cicada in summer, about journeys along the Euphrates, about tanks and fairies,
about dreams and chimeras of lakes and mountain ranges that the wise h predicted for me.
I will sing because love flies, as long as it flies in the air, there is still a word.
Life is a song, a dream an emotion to give .
You will have time.

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