Île de Ré, France
We are alone
From the moment of the birth to the moment of the death
People around are the mirages of a lonely heart.
Just one way of thinking,
Just one way of seeing what's around.
Santisteban del Puerto, Spain
Reaching the understanding,
Reaching the wisdom, or we think so...
Reaching the meaning of life, maybe,
But the feeling is always the same:
We are alone,
All over again
Paris, France
Working hard or traveling to another part,
When the times are hard and the sorrow is near
People around seem like shadows
In the dark side of the heart.
We are alone, here, deep inside.
Paris, France
We travel alone in a vast highway
Where there's no indication at all
The traffic is so dense,
That we cannot see where we go.
Santisteban del Puerto, Spain
What is the purpose?
What is the goal?
What is the answer?
We search always a sense in our journey
But there's always a moment,
And then...
We reach the understanding
We reach the wisdom, or we think so...
We reach the meaning of life, maybe...
And the answers are so clear
That they connect us together.
Santisteban del Puerto, Spain
