Flat 112 Levita House Ossulston Street

And roofs you will find flying kites to carry you to the chosen destination, looking down at first. In the basement will be the residues of a past that cries out for not coming back.

Here in heaven horizons no end nor a straight line delimiting the sea.

here.

From the top you can see what you were and one in which you want to become, flying, soaring a destination center in the heart of the heart that you thought of iron. Not what you are or you were, you were wrong just glasses. You got inside, the desire, will and all those territories in which if you step hard not spoil the landscape.

Below is the ballast, the backpack of rocks perched on your stomach, attached to you as a drain of an excited target. No.

Freedom has no chains that bind you to what yesterday seemed to love but never out.

Freedom does not look at that, even invents things to come, freedom is here, inside, so deep that never runs away, you hold, so patient you have a lifetime to find.