Like a swallow appealed by the warmth of a world Carried by a strange wind in which I often whirled With no look at the ground that was so far below I once reached an Eden no map will ever show.
There, the sky and the sea merged into the same blue Where the diamond flakes that a magician blew Shined like thousands of fires – jewels full of secrets, And vanished suddenly when the words became threats.
In this vague horizon thunderstorms never reach, I flew over this sea so limpid and so rich ‘Till I saw thru the blue, still far in the distance Standing out the Island, in a gleam, so intense.
Hypnotized by the light, my soul started to sing. Thus I tamed the mild wind which led my tired wing. I discovered the shape of this generous land And got rest for a while on its warm fine gold sand.
Surprisingly inspired by the peace of the place, Touched by unuttered words and a smile on a face, I realized how dear was to me the moment Spent on the curious land I’d reached by accident.
The Island is not far, in the palm of a hand Attentive, sensitive and which does not pretend. There I’d burry treasures that I find on my way And sing you my last song before I fade away.
Put a star in my sky to guide my flight to you If my name you whisper, I will fly back to you.
