... and they tasted the sweet fruit of Lotus,and didn't want to come back anymore. They wanted to stay there forever with the Lotus-Eaters. They wanted to stay there eating Lotus... They forgot the idea to go back home. -----Homer's Odissey-----
Scuote Amore il mio cuore, come il vento le querce, sulle cime dei monti... Shakes Love my heart, like the wind the oaks, on the top of the mountains...