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People coming my way, and people going away. My eyes have been wandering so long but I couldn’t recognize him yet among the crowd.

Although I can’t see him, I can feel the whisper of his breath… and I can hear him moving gently towards me. It will be all a question of time, I know, until I can finally rest my eyes in his smile and my skin in his lips. But the time of wait becomes eternity when I run after my dreams.

I wish he was already here with me. I know he will come.

ps: Geneva's music festival, june 2004

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