Sometimes I feel like a Kite. Flying high on the blue infinite sky, and yet grounded by the hand that takes me wherever whenever it wants...if I could only break that tiny thread and run away, far very far...between the clouds and hide, never to be seen again...ah!...I want to...
let me break free.
The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan...
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