The Woman and the Seagull
Once a time there are a woman and a seagull.
She lives wrapped on the earth, walking in dark corridors of human limits.
It lives free in the air, following the wind, filling himself with the lights of potentiality.
She lives hundred years in the knoledge of her limited life.
It lives fifteen years in the ignorance of his freedom.
I'm always a fan of the woman.
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