When he paints a thought, and you enter a dream, it feels to fly, but he is terrified of the vacuum, the eyes half closed, grab the light of a world that is not ours yet, but the scent of hope. And we travel in our dreams, and we take the flavor of those days to come, patting the air around us, the only support for our heart full of love.
TM
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