On the wings of youth, you feel immortal. Everything is possible, everything is to be discovered and everything has the sweet and sour taste of the first time.
A taste that suddenly you perceive as more bitter and in trying to dampen it with your grandmother’s candies of wisdom, you look in the mirror and realize that you are mortal.
Yes, it’s hard to grow up! Responsibilities arrive, time is ripe to decide who to be and that light shirt that you wore spontaneously, now it seems to you to be a straitjacket.
So, here are sudden magic tricks to get rid of them and you take it out on the whole world because they all seem to you passive spectators. You look good in the audience… but you don’t see a hand extended to help you.
So… you give up! Nothing easier. Hide your wings inside a ballast, you get used to that tight dress and forget that, on the other hand, everything is still possible!
Now look carefully, the shirt you’re wearing has knots that are called fears, untie them. The hand you’re looking for so much, you have it… it’s in your heart, listen to yourself. And finally… free your wings from the ballast and without unnecessary weights, start flying again.
You’re mortal it’s true, but you exist and if you truly live, you will be there forever.


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