Air Frontiers and Smiles

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It isn't a sin to remeber the way you used to kiss the air before inducing hallucinations in my mind,
a shock for my lonely psyche causing deep dreams running a long road straight on until the beginning
of a space travel across the blue sea over my crash landing, capable to get me lost in the darkest
strangest forest allowing the sky to glitter a small twinkle inside a pale blue circle
as a sure signal leading on good future.

It's been a long time since you went beyond air frontiers last time, but once in a while,
I allow myself to exceed the facts by imaging no gravity limiting my movements nor my mind
... nor the past, so as to rewind right to the second in which I said for the first time
 a welcome phrase to your gorgeos glance at nothingness, radiation of beauty and mistery.

Time doesn't always can be measured in years or numbers but does in discreet sincere smiles,
remembrance of significant lyrics of the melody of somebody's life.

But getting back to this point over which I´m standing on,
and years leading back the return to the skyline in front of my eyes
I realize (once again) having crossed your frontiers a lot of smiles ago.
However, no matter the number of mornings I have to open my eyes,
there always be a small time for a smile before the air frontiers.

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LJM