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"When Clouds Dance".
"We are like clouds, made of water, empty spaces
and dreams. We dance. Our lives, a fluctuating adventure,
and even if we believe to have a name, a house, a personal
history and an identity, we are nothing but a volatile
mirage that disappears in the same way it appeared. We
are emotions in the wind, fragments of divine music, vapor
of souls that play, appearing and disappearing into nothingness.
We are colors melting towards the horizon, stories written
by anonymous authors, masterpieces of acute complexity
and the purest and most touching fairy tale ever imagined."
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