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I enjoy coming back to where I have been

Everyday, breathless time rushes us towards new directions
Into a hundred of dates, into a hundred of issues
it draws us in, rushes us towards.
 
And omnipresent rush, a sign of times, will scar my days
Maybe that's why I enjoy so much...
 
I enjoy coming back to where I have already been:
Under the terrace brimming with rose vines,
To those familiar streets,
Knocking to the familiar door, thinking whether...
Whether that girl with braided hair will happen to appear in it.
 
I enjoy coming back to the sites I know
For the memories that are left there,
In order to take a look into them, to find in them
At least a faint shade of the first tremble of a heart,
A couple of notes and a couple of poems from the times
when you loved for the first time.
 
In the very middle of a breathless day
You take a look back...just like me, like me.
You take a look back
To where you left your love.
Only you can understand me because you enjoy...
 
You enjoy coming back to where you have already been:
Under the terrace brimming with rose vines,
To those familiar streets,
Knocking to the familiar door, thinking whether...
Whether that guy with violin will happen to appear in it.
 
You enjoy coming back to the sites you know,
Cuddling your face to my face
In order to take a look into it, to find in it
At least a faint shade of the first tremble of a heart,
A couple of notes and a couple of poems from the times
when you loved for the first time.