Amor Gitano. It is a love planted within an awareness of a morning when she may have to leave. To love and want with a pain of eventual loss cries out "I may never see you again". Which only means that each moment must count for something. Moments that form a link of memories within a lifetime. We don't remember every minute of the years gone by but we do remember those seconds of laughter, joy, pain and surrender...moments. Gitanos wait for them like men in the desert hungry for an oasis...even if it just turns out to be a mirage...
"Αγάπη Τσιγγάνων"
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