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Bring back innocence,
as if nothing happened,
as if it could all be restarted,
the strength of that smell of trees,
near the beach, near the heart I touched every day,
bring me back myself and remind me,
remind me how much I used to believe
and how much I have lost,
explain me why I still need to think about it,
while most of us just grow out of it,
remind me that I need my childlike eyes back
for my very own reasons
and that explanations are not necessary,
bring me back to those days
where the color of my sky melted
in the color of our sea,
when hope was not needed
because the brightness of my future was obvious,
bring me back the taste of food eaten
in the shadow of teenage games
and in the freshness of windy dreams,
remind me the scent of those golden eyes,
under the heat of a sweaty summer sun,
remind me the feel of a tight swimsuit,
worn inside out to play with fire spirits,
among sand castles and friendly waves,
give me back the quiet of familiar afternoons,
when the dreamlike haze of August warmth
could be stretched forever,
when the laziness of a neverending ice-cream
would reach me at the end of broken hearts
and erotic dreams that were as long as novels,
remind me how many friends I fell in love with,
how many times I wrote a book in my head
about beauty, courage and the joy of being alive,
bring me back that knowledge,
remind me I am still alive,
remind me how strongly I used to feel it,
teach me once more
to believe, trust, hope and fly
as a child running on that beach,
as a man lost in your eyes.