Rondini.
migrate as Gypsies who know the way, always. Their nature and their ability to move fast and try to read the port, every time, the warmest place in the world. They never feel cold, perhaps flee, leaving behind what could cool the blood, the beats, the emotions. Clever, you take the best from the world, the hottest part of the pillow, always sit in front of the fireplace, never to the side, always at the center, enjoy the heat, from which everything is born and grows. Bring the spring, at least so believe, when in fact they are the ones who come to seek from us. Black hovering in the sky, creating swarms that point in each of us forms as strange as our thoughts. Let's look at those figures and the uncertain shadow of our question marks, of our questions? We are looking for logic in that picture as often in life, the evolution of situations, such as random faces of the dice in Las Vegas, we believe in the lucky combination of events, the hand spear, life will turn around and stop at that point and we need to be ready.
face to the sky above us, only the sun, hot and defiant of his enthusiasm infected us, burning with envy, its energy is only for us, and hopes that are part of our for others, delude themselves, hoping for a world minimally altruistic.
one day seek revenge, will leave us in the dark, with lots of candles and we'll take it in a very romantic Valentine's Day will always be. Two hearts that fly like swallows, fleeing from the cold, straight toward the sun, to a smile.
Draw the sky, like the fingers of one hand can do on a naked body, mark it, hoping that some trajectories are never deleted, deluded, there is wind, rain, clouds and the wake of the stars, as a cover tattoo you do not like it anymore, and who are looking for a story than you are now, you know it's there below, and this is sufficient for you, but if you do that is not a little to be a swallow? When we say "go ahead" leaving behind what we believe should remain there, and what can I do? " we apologize to ourselves, justify, do not try to escape, or rather to turn away from the cold? Applies to everything.
Maybe when they come, bring the nose up and think we see them, but when we stand before a mirror.
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