Judìo & Me [SSC6, Italy]

I’ll blow gently through leaves and boughs, This light dance is for you, listening now. Because each gentle breeze ties a knot in your heart, Like fingers that untangle the thoughts torn apart. Mom, feel how the wind caresses every tree, Mom, like it embraces those dreaming, endlessly. Mom, you are the softest touch, and I’ve learned to see, That every breeze whispers a bit about you and me. Of you… of you… How many leaves have you held, never letting them go, Just like your loving arms in the night’s faint glow. And when it blows so tenderly, All the winds in this wide world have always known you, But the wind that hugs me is different, like you do. Mom, feel the soft song flowing through the flowers, Mom, carrying your secrets, your scent, and your power. Mom, you are the melody that sets me free… Every whisper in the woods sings a bit about thee. Of thee… of thee… of thee…