I walked through the summer time with its long sunburned days and short tender nights
I grew my roots deep to satisfy my thirst and my green foliage leisurely sang secrets of the earth
I can recall now, that very afternoon, there were two kids under my shadow completely giving themselves to one another
I brought them, then, asleep and I grew mellow my evening’s fruit
They were fed all night long the cell of their land I had transformed; and they spoke out stories from distant hours and other ground: stories that juice dropped up to the mouth roof
There is an infinite journey inside this very apricot you’re biting
singing we create the world
it only takes to release your wish and you’ll find yourself participating in a miracle
singing we create the world 
αυτο το infinite journey με εκφραζει απολυτα!
αν και μου αρεσει το κομματι, ” I can recall now, it was one afternoon, when two kids under my shadow gave themselves to one another”
καλημερα!
η νοσταλγία είναι πολύ ισχυρή δύναμη – άλλωστε, εκείνο που σπρώχνει το ταξίδι είναι η ανάγκη να θρέψουμε τη μνήμη