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lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011

THE FLIGHT

   If I could fly, I would fly over the houses, the people and the mountains. For sure. Nobody could take my hand. Nobody could see my eyes. Nobody could hurt my heart. It could be fine.
 But I am sure if I could fly, I would fly over my desk and put my feet on the floor. Just for the pleasure of realizing that I am still on this world.

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