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The problem ... the problem may seem strange, but ... The problem is the sky.
I do not know what the problem at all .. maybe .. maybe nothing ...
And maybe I do not know even what is the solution .. maybe there is not a solution ..
A problem without solution should still remain a problem .. should ..
So for me is heaven. With its colors, its alternation of light and dark, hot purple sunset, indigo, cool blue, the light clouds of spring and the heavy black winter .. that no stars, you do not know where you are .. and the blue scuroscuro infinite perforated star of a Summer Night .. " who knows what comes after the universe!?"
Heaven .. because as with most things, I can not figure it out .. I understand that I would like .. He and his stupid the moon .. stuck with his hook .. sooner or later will not make more to keep it up and tear .. and finally we will see what Behind ..
course .. the problem is the sky .. there's nothing to do ..
Because despite everything that can happen to us, attached to the floor, he stays there ... Indifferent
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Yes, the sky is too big .. why .. and I do not know who to take it ..
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