In this promontory where I stand, hoovering on the cliffs that put me closer to the sky,
while one step forward will see me fly deep in the abysm.
I feel the top of the world on the breeze that caresses me.
Here all the colors are drawn around me, tangenting me in wild flirts of the cornucopia breath,
and the blue waters of the ocean ensnare me to take the dive.
Another blue often dresses in white clouds, which fade into gray tones and soft orange
in the distant line of the horizon.
Here my smile is real, is unconscious, gently outlining my lips from within,
from well inside.
And so true, so contrary to most sparse smiles we experience ourselves
in the labyrinth of our social lives, and we always fail to see them in others,
while they rush and moan, caught up like flies in their own spider web.
And here, before the most haunting scenery, I feel the deepest misunderstanding of others.
And looking puzzled at their leakage towards the place where they feel safe,
day after day after day ... What is that, which they wrongly perceive as their stronghold?!

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