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Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists the smell of irises and the old books, the quite light of the dawn, the splattered rain drops on window pane, the dark of the ink spilled night sky and blue of dusk aromas, light and metals; like a little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me
