Massive white clouds like pregnant women walking in the park.
An airplane jets the sky.
The tree top peeps like a little girl that tiptoes to reach the grapes on the table.
The blue sky shows through holes in the cloud lace.
The airplane is gone, when will it come?
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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