Love to find myself in that ocean,
through those waves...
Giving my smile,
just looking in the eyes of the sky.
Escaping, always escaping
From what?
Maybe from my displeasure.
Maybe from the possibility of falling in hope.
Not your face,
not again.
Feathers.
Volar... ¿Por qué es imposible? Fuera del Tiempo, todo puede ser.
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