As a child I dreamed of being
The dark corner of a building towards the sea.
The top of the tree in the park, between the parked cars and the shouts of children, in the wind, among other plants.
The roof of the tallest building and its only the privilege of having nothing in the face.
The top of the hill.
The pleasure of a moment I understand that nothing would happen. Why
boredom does not exist.
View the world and the time to do what you must do.
R. Buchago 2011
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