The Long Life’s Journey
Born from the love of women and men,
Made of Pieces of both of them,
Yesterday as a bud, today as new branches,
The family tree will grow again and again.
Even if some of them sometimes fall to become ashes,
The roots are deeply sunk into the earth,
Love is the only reason to return and to stay for hours.
So don’t be afraid if the wind of blooming leads us to another land
Bringing with him flowers to float in the air.
Know that warmth and memories are kept into the trunk that made us men.
Never forgetting the past if we have to leave one day,
Traveling into a bird's beak taking the seeds away,
To sow them again and to see life blooming elsewhere,
This is what takes us to The Long Life’s Journey
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