DAY VI - Una Corda Diaries
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Come dance with me, where time has no boundaries and music is made of light
It appears they came from the North, with the cold wind and the grey clouds. Over the West horizon, The Sun shoots a last look: two souls are occupying the sky now. Two birds, made of vital forces, attracting and repelling in waves like magnets, are flying in the air, the heaven’s domain. They float between breeze and blasts, running after each other, lighter than any creature on Earth, creating layers of colorful light, embracing my soul.
It appears they came from the North, with the cold wind and the grey clouds. Over the West horizon, The Sun shoots a last look: two souls are occupying the sky now. Two birds, made of vital forces, attracting and repelling in waves like magnets, are flying in the air, the heaven’s domain. They float between breeze and blasts, running after each other, lighter than any creature on Earth, creating layers of colorful light, embracing my soul.