France a century has passed since I saw you for the last time, aware that it could only be admired from afar, because you were already in someone else ... but to me that was enough to make me feel good, to make my lessons at the Conservatory, even more enjoyable ... and the first time I met you ... a memorable day, one of those days that you remain inside and are no longer via ...
Now it's all so strange, all so empty that sometimes your unconscious absence continues to throb inside ...
But for me you'll always be here in my heart, and when I will always know where to find you ...
I love you ...
Hello ... France ...
