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I am a bird in flight,
that’s why I took the wind’s colour, that’s why I don’t stay on any shoulder. If I do so, they’ll bring too the colour of the wind converting their sole into storm. When I want to rest for a while I am opening from my wing only a feather....a sharp one, I put it for a moment on the shoulder so he could know and should not forget that I am alive: watching what I am doing where are going my thoughts, my words, my footsteps, my facts. There are many birds in flight and not all of them want to rest for a second only, but they are alighting, leaving an arid field under them.
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