Like a parabolic flight.
What brings you back to the origins or you back in the air.
In a rush away.
off the ground.
outside every day, giving you every day.
Leaving clothes and waited in vain to burn.
children leaving with your eyes, but with less love.
And feel the wind that distributes light
read a date in red on the calendar,
and realize that it is not a holiday if there is no
a guest.
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