Love is best when flying free
in limitless abundance of fresh air to breathe
on golden wings to carry on forever to get higher
without ever losing sight of the direction, the beloved.
When your dreamland opens up and is your only true reality,
when worries fade and mundane follies vanish
in thin air dispersed by realler dreams of truth and intuition,
when your spirit soars and nothing can retain it,
that is health and freedom, naturalness and normality,
and nothing else is valid, nothing else is true.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 11:14
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