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To Return

To return
Is, maybe, knocking on
An ancient door
And open it and step in:
The house isn't dead,
For you hear people talking...
Other people live there,
But they are not different!
 
To return,
Maybe is also
To live once more
Like he who arrives, weary
And, early in the morning,
After waking up,
He looks around and discovers
That he knows everything...
 
[Chorus:]
And finding the street
And the place
Where you used to play!
And where, maybe, for you
Love was born...
And taking in the scent
Of the wet soil
And embracing the memory
Of every friend!
 
To return
Is to find, once more,
The name of those things
That you left behind
And, as one who dares not to speak,
You utter them and you wait

Michael, Isobel

Michael is such a jealous mate...
He's so jealous, that Isobel has grown tired of him.
And the way Isobel is
Is what Michael can't tolerate anymore.
 
Michael, Isobel...
They've both called it quits!
Michael, Isobel...
They've never met again!
 
She lives remembering Michael