sabato 8 novembre 2008

I'd like to fly..

I'd like to fly but sb is shooting in my wings!!!

I look at the sky and I would like to fly away, where the wind will bring me,
but I have a wound in my wing and instead of getting better
it goes worse and worse.
Then I remember
"children have to kill* their parents to be free"
maybe that is the solution
but I didn't use to agree with that.
Time will tell me what to do to fly
but sth is sure
I know I want to fly.

* KILL: is a word not used in its literal sense
The author of this text disclaim all responsability from any actions caused by misunderstanding.

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