Once, so little. Naive. Cheerful. Innocent. Dreaming with paradises. Thinking about growing up, with a hope that was useless. Once, a little princess. Butterflies in her nose. Thousands of flowers in her hands. Colors everywhere. Then, the horizon in silence. And a long stair to heaven. Stories flying. The hand, busy on some lines. Painting a sky with letters and poems. A woman's body. Not so little anymore. Landscapes filled up with absences. New experiences and a lot to understand. Everytime, at the edge of the road. Asking. Watching. Trying to be in calm. Once, a grown up woman. Duties. Responsibilties. And a lot to let behind. Learning to breath again. Now, she is riding her bike to the south and beyond. And her hands are ready to give everything. Stars. Lips. Rainbows. Smiles. Reality.
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