To leave or to arrive, it doesn’t matter; to be going is the ideal. To be the blood in roads’ vessels, to feel free in the absolute endlessness. You know, it’s a bit hard to stay away from all your sweet dreams, but anyway, they’re gone. To be wilder than the wind or silent as the night, to spend time as the flames warm you or to sing as a friend looks at you, those are all my moments and memories and not a dream, a sweet dream.
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