Fly. If there is a recurring image in my mind is to me in flight. A small suitcase, my black coat and a mixture of excitement and a need for dispersion in the head. I guess the hostess on duty who asked me if I wanted something to drink. Reply coffee. I need to remain vigilant. Vigilant not to miss anything that step forward. To come back maybe in a few years, to walk the usual way flowers, finding myself in front of a large door mat and held in search of keys. The keys of a past life, but maybe found.
I put the headphones, Sweet ballad .. and see you soon.
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