Voo

Breathing. Living.
Just thinking all troubles were swallowed
And mixed in something that would never know
How it is to be lifted in the air.

It’s only heart, broom and motion.
The dream of touching sky
Becomes more than reality;
You’re the sky, after all.

Smooth, soft…
Nothing else matter.
Open your arms cut the wind
And fly.

Victor Garcia

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