Liberate te ex inferis

For those who lived a good and eternal love…
Two life’s that were instantly set apart,
By the awful misleads of the naïve heart,
Can never end the motion, like a deep light...
They are like little morning shinning stars,
Running through the infinity of the sky…
Now, in different but common directions,
Following their once routed path of happiness
But never losing each other eyes from sight…

It’s like keeping an inner secret from ourselves,
From a heart that just spread its wings and flew…
It is an old alive affection that was left in our veins,
From a heart that could not left its present owner…
It’s the constant certainty of an eternal presence…

From all life that was…
From all life that will…

It is longing for that good feeling,
Happy, Singing…





"A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream." - William Faulkner





Listening to Stan Getz - "When Your Lover Has Gone"