I’ve got lost

I’ve got lost in Valencia
walking around a recovered landfill
far from the City of Arts and Sciences

I’ve got lost in Kabylia
in my way to Constantine 
stopping at every village in the mountains

I’ve got lost in Algiers clubs
and woke up with a girl that had breakfast
with the two beers of my fridge

I’ve got lost in Karekare thicket
then I found the way out 
and went for a running on the black sands

I’ve got lost in Saint-Etienne fields
and in Luxembourg’s Grünewalt woods

Bored of the regular track
have got lost in Corsican Monte d’Oro
and in Welsh Glyderau mountains

I thought I was an idiot 
to get lost wherever I went
now I know it was the means 
life used for me to learn