I'll tell You a road that comes alongside some happiness, my friend.
Walk up those stone steps,
the ones on which a few ripe figs have fallen,
follow the quiet pure lights You once saw shining around
And remember to bring that key
the one for the old blue door
Once You're in the old mansion,
take a rest,
but not before opening the windows to let some green come in
and when the wind bewteen the leaves
will bring You a few whispers,
It'll be the evening coming to smooth the harsh day.
So come by the patio and have a glass of a red one,
looking for the lights to change.
in front of the village and its houses
with ocher skin and blue lids
and its discreet citizens
from other worlds
The next morning wake up early,
leave the safe and shady places
for the open sunny fields,
that begin without a warning
from everywhere around the houses.
See how everything is speaking without a single word.
when the sun is set
and the voices of all those ears and flowers will be fading,
like an echo in Your lighter thoughts,
Turn back till the village comes back into view;
It's still hot but You'll have fountains
with the coolest water to wash Your face
and a corner to sit down, take a pastis
and enjoy the best.
Was it just a moment?
Who cares if it can stay forever
in that sunny side of the soul.
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