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Monday, October 31, 2005

11:18 AM - Feathers

I felt the soft travel of a feather over my shoulder. But I felt it after I stop in this village. All my travels finally brought me on to this far away town -you could say in the middle of nowhere- just to remind me that we are precisely that a soft body under the will of every wind on the corner of the world. I also feel that your skin is my pillow, soft as a feather, in which I can rest my head leaving my troubles away. You change my face just by smiling with your eyes, and embracing me with your warm whisper, making me float like a feather fulfilling my destiny just by falling between the sheets.

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