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Jul 16
Through clouds I travel, through the firmament,
comfortable in my seat,
in the sky.
In the air,
for a few hours,
from one point to another.
While I sleep a while,
and soon in another magical place.
From one world to another,
among suitcases,
and finally,
the destination,
yet another place.
Through turbulence,
across distant borders,
in another world,
to the destination.

July 16, 2025
Carlos Alberto Bustillos
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Carlos Alberto Bustillos  60/M/MADRID (SPAIN)
(60/M/MADRID (SPAIN))   
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