Wings of desire...

I saw it a few days ago on television , by chance, as all most beautiful things in life happen , suddenly , when least expected...

Pure poem, pure magic , simple but so meaningfull, with the words lingering in my mind again and again..."When a child was a child..."

How much more simple life was then , when I was a child...

All mistakes forgotten , all things forgiven, all the love simply just given...

And then the figure of him , the angel
And then the figure of her , the figure of his affection , airy ,musical, black and white and colourful..
And then the quest, the emotions , the longing of the senses , the life with the wings of desire......