There was once a human being who invented games as a child and a boy wanted to change the world to hit songs, then a young man he did not believe in anything and already dreaming of escape.
The look on a journey in a far corner, where the rhythms of life are different and light years away from the place where he is.
absorbs everything like a sponge and his obsession is ... do?! Then
unknown and ancient trees see a colorful bird.
I admire him ... but it is far away, he does not escape him.
As long as the bird flies colored and not going to lay lightly on the shoulder.
So he, more confused than ever, still. For a while '... hesitant. Then try to pet it, and the fantastic bird colored leaves him to do, without flying away.
On his return home, changed colors and the nights dreams, and colorful bird was still present. Every night. Every dream.
The day was not more of the same color. Then
quell'ex boy who once wanted to change the world to hit songs, colorful bird came back on the trail. I wanted to see. I had to review.
Why are people who see a colorful bird, can not pretend that it does not exist. No.
not buy it and stick in a cage like any other bird. No.
The colorful bird in a cage died. And he, the young man who does not already believe in anything, he wants admire in her free flight, colorful bird, not a cage in agony. The
found in order, indeed, is the colorful bird that finds him in a great plain, and glides gently rests on the shoulder ... always to the right ... and whispers something.
The human being, the old boy who invented games, looks at him and replied ... too,
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