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A bird

A bird has flown out from my eyes
and he flies away from me
He is me, and he is free.
He doesn't know where it goes
but it isn't a problem for him
He doesn't want to stop his fly
He isn't thirsty or hungry.
He's free and he's me
He hasn't rules or questions.
He doesn't looking for answers or something.
He is.

giovedì 02 luglio 2009