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To us (part 3)

A sunny winter day on the very edge of Europe. Coffee on the table in a cup from Barcelona, I am waiting for the lesson, to which a teacher is pretty late. I want to look in the window and reflect (the view is beautiful – mountains and forest – almost not spoiled by buildings). I put on the soundtrack with the name “morning jazz” and plunge into the atmosphere of a Sunday morning. 

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To us (Catalonia)

One day I will go to Catalonia. Yes, yes, some late evening on my 21st spring I will catch up the plane and fly away from this strange familiar city. I’ll fly away forever. Will fly to you. Forever to you.

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