Migratory birds of memory

Author's name: Abeer Harez

She wanted to provoke him as if she were throwing him into the depths of a stormy sea, so she asked him: "Are you like the sailor who leaves his beloved at every port?" He replied to her in a sad voice that echoed the moaning of the waves: "No, my dear, I am like the Flying Dutchman, which was destined to sail forever in the oceans without returning to its anchorage again, and I am still searching for the anchorage."
Dalida's sad voice echoes in the air, as if expressing what is going on in her mind.
“Shall we dance?” she asked him. He smiled and put his hand around her waist as they danced a poetic dance on the banks of the Arno River, under the Florentine sky, a melody that would unite them in another time and place.
I sighed deeply:
- This feeling that I have is strange, as if I have been here before, the city has settled in my heart?
He answered her while hugging her tightly:
- I feel that Dalida's voice connects us to another time and place.
She looked at the river and remembered the first time she heard this song. She felt as if she found herself in its sad lyrics. Since then, this song became the melody of her longing for something, somewhere, another time.