An infinity of photos

putted together

A billion of notes

stored in an ear-maestro

A sea of tastes

surfing on a tong

Millions of unique parfumes

flying out of expensive bottles

An endless sky of velvets

touching and caressing eachother

BUT a small sparrow

since his birth

he isnt like the others

eating everything

singing everything

flying everywhere

sleeping everywhere

hoping nothing

loving nothing

He is diferent

he believe he is an eagle

with the heart of a lion

and the voice of a canary

The more he believe it

the more it becomes real

and he fly very high

and he fly far away

and he fight with rapacious

and he fight with tigers

To sing for a Canarie

an incredible symphony

in a lost forest

the sweetest,dreamest

song of his life

even if he is still

the small sparow

No photos and notes

no parfumes and tastes

or velvets

are exchangeable

with the magic moment

that lasts forever

of a small sparrow

who thought was an eagle

a lion

a canary

AlexGReat

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