And you fly. Two wings on either side of the body. Drill a hole of a sudden the clouds of whipped cream. No one to stop. There is light in the shape of lightning. Are you the time flowing. The same power that rips . Gap limbs. Location hawk. Two blades create you in his arms. Slice the space. What grandeur represent. You're just beauty.
Imagine now a fast joy. Long. A tape. T'avvolge, from head to foot. Remains adherent. A leader raises your body. The hanging with the stars . The lights. I could then look in the air. Light and bright. A splinter
golden rocked by the wind.
[I. Santacroce ° ° Revolver ]
Music by Giovanni Sollima ° ° daydream
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