on the plane Rome-Milan
12/6/2005
After a long long long & crazy weekend of music an early wake in Rome for work.
These are the few lines I wrote on the plane on the way back
The wing in the sky
fluffy white clouds
are sweetening my sight
Vices and virtues
water washes them away
if the sky is clear
Where is the limit?
when the sky meets the sea
you are flying
Thin blue line
thin white line
immense is the view
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