Lying on the bed thinking.
Gioiosa had always been her figure,
stars in her hair and eyes colored butterflies.
The fearless heart, a dedicated field of daisies to her daughters, a raspberry
mouth juicy, greedy for words.
curious ears, hidden in her hair, played between music and silence.
long hands and arms extended to embrace the world,
and legs ... the legs on the run, as fast as the indomitable and thoughts.
eyed studying the world,
stones of the stream, bright and flickering ...
and the world she was studying, inappropriate and intrusive at times,
other wonderful teacher.
feet were flying fast, unstable, light and upset,
sometimes too small to support any of its fragments.
Looking in the mirror and saw reflected in rainbow
dark moonless nights, endless meadows
climb hills and inviting
barricades here and there ... Inside
kept all the good and the bad that life had yet got drunk and had no any distinction.
He understood that it should be, all had been his solution,
white and black together, tears and laughter, the same day and night .. no wrong choice.
life he had lived intensely, the acceptance at the end was his way, the child inside the instrument.
fell asleep happy, finally at peace, dedicating her most beautiful smile to them, that he had ever loved.
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