For many years I have lived in an abandoned white chapel. The humans built it high, on a windy promontory, with the vastness of the sea at its feet. It is quite mystique. Sometimes, specially when the sun is shining, the humans came here to behold the life they are missing. I hear them. The useless is their talking; How can one not laugh at them?
It was on a day like this that a crow heard my laughter, and invited me here, to share some of what have been filling the conscious life of a fool.
wrote:Wherever it flies, flies only with the weight of its feathers.