To a man took off, first he needs some support for the sky. To support his idea of the infinite. To look death in the eye. The temple is full of changes on earth. Through the cracks of matter breaks the spirit of immortality.
Adds bird feathers. The sculpture that hovers in the sky draw. Penetrate the unknown, mysterious to me. With my soul are connected. Let a bird that can imitate you? Light and darkness are mixed purple flashing.Luminosity purified by the wings of birds fall on me. Again?
Somewhere far away, flashing a starry sky on the dome Michelangelo.
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