this feeling..

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why life eagerly tells me different stories..
each of them shows me the secrets, the pains, the love, the stories..
each of them let me inhale and exhale different air of consciousness
the dreams and the questions..
the clear thoughts from the sky and the earth at the same time..

I am sitting with a cup of coffee..and my eyes travel with clouds and wind.
the smell of people around me..
the heart beats
listening patiently..

the old songs that anchor me into memories and my stories.
how could I am so rich with these experiences.. and at the same time so naive.

I am in love with you..

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