A wild and yet friendly sea. A flag burning with desire. The silence of autumn, I've only heard in pictures. I wasn't able to enjoy autumn in Scotland: only summer could conquer me through years.
I don't know how to come back right now. But I must confess I miss you, Scotland. Even if you talk to me every night, I miss your voice and your breath.
Strange enough: belonging and yet being far away. On the other hand, it could be the secret recipe for love.
I'm not coming back or I'm coming back soon: what's the difference?
Yes, I miss you, Scotland.
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