a little note _ Novembre 3 2007(Samedi)

Climbing the mountains or soaring through the seven seas,
All this doesn’t matter, if you’re not in here in my heart.
Like a beautiful souvenir, that I long to go back to,
How I long for our meeting, oh dear one.

Current times cannot let us meet,
So we are traveling on, each on his own path,
Promising each other to meet again,
When our paths will be more free.

Where we can be together without regrets and sorrow in our hearts.
Where our kisses wouldn’t be stopped,
Our caresses wouldn’t e restrained.
Our love will be free.

Til this moment comes, who knows what can happen
Because we can’t aim for more for the moment
When the chains that bind us would be broken,
We will be able to ride off free like the wind.
Til then sweet one, til then we’ll see.