Heartplane
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A story about a heart that has been broken many times through all of the navigating in the endless sky. The peripheries that it adopted due to fear and terror, that are now a line it is afraid to cross. If it is broken, how can it risk it at all? All the dark and the light that life can be turned it into a plane with broken wings. Afraid to depart and leave the ground; just emprisoned to it now. In the airport, afraid of breaking again. So many chemtrails it left in the sky. So many that are being left. The representation of courage, adventure and infinity: ephemeral lines that leave a permanent mark in our memory. Heartplane. That's what it is.
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