Don’t let the night’s darkness show you those vague dreams again perspicuously. Don’t let the night’s silence guide you to that one voice you always desired for. Don’t let the night shove you back to that soul with whom you had some hopes and dreams. Don’t let the night bring that wistful smile on your face young soul. For there are people waiting for your one midget smile.
Don’t let the night turn into nostalgia. Don’t let it.
Corsica, oh my Corsica, Corsica of a thousand charms. Corsica of whose fragrance I can distinguish from France. I delight in your coat of arms, with an image the replica of an emancipated man. You were my childhood paradise, in
Don’t forget, our passion of yesterdays. Elevated beating of our hearts. A gentle breeze against my face. Caressing ever so softly. A fine mist of rain, Your touch is refreshing to my skin. Thunder booming, getting closer and closer, our