Salento

Soon, in the mystic misty mountains
I'll wander around, freeing my brain
Letting go the wrong energies
Which saturated my body

Roaming around the cattle fields
Climbing up some steepy hills
Dirty boots and nice coffee
Breathing the air in harmony

Watching the grey clouds playing
Hide and seek in the morning
Chilling at any moment
Re-put oneself in the present

Using the swing in the garden
Acting like newborn children
Stopping the crushing wheel of life
For a moment, having earth as wife