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place this old picture, since a friend told me about yesterday's first emotion on the table. It made me remember the feeling, tiredness, even exhaustion of muscles and back, bruising, pain, burning eyes, knees creaking, but then the thoughts of snow crumbling under a wave that is forming of us as we slip, the satisfaction with which you turn and look at the white abyss you just crossed, sliding or rolling .. the end is not important .. the satisfaction of having won a fear and overcome limits. simply.
The place because I'm feeling the same feeling at this time. To rise from the ground, pushed by a force as powerful as incomprehensible, and to be able to recognize when you're flying without gravity, without any force that pulls you down, and you only hear the wind face and the lightness of the soul.
And we wonder why neither fly nor if and how will land ..
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