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long time ago. when the sun was just about to rise. when clouds were made of cotton. when the fresh air were as clean as your skin. when we were just awoken in our field of mint. when we hadn't got any memories... we were only holding hands looking at the sky. that sky... the new sky. pure. as blue as your heart. where the darkness went? - you asked. you asked it a long time ago, when there weren't sounds created. when they weren't used lights... used words... used sights. When angel wings weren't bruised nor restrained. and i can still remember your hair. your lips. like fresh wind blowing fast against us. like an infinite path beyond us. like an eternal love between us. and it was something new. maybe unknown. however, it was full. filling us in every little fibre of our corpses revived. like an act of light... of tenderness. and i can still remember when that little bird arrived. wonderful... powerful... free... trying to catch us to its endless trip to somewhere further. it had terrific wings made of perfect black feathers. it was singing. it was the first sound we heard together. like a new song. a classic. words falling to our head. what were we staring at? what were we thinking about? Where were we, when that new world was being built...? just there... we were actually building it.

sometimes, it feels like reminding the very first time that u listen to a song. a classic. an icon... something that describes it perfectly. something just like you.