I’m an eagle flying over mountains
with two enormous paper wings
nothing else is needed
there are no borders
there are no limits
everything comes easy for me

But every now and then
I fear the rain
and look for a shelter
I become a scared small mammal
hidden in a thorny shrub
nourishing me on minerals
licking my dry blood

freedom is an infinite field
that can make you feel dizzy
so from time to time
the certainties melt
and I look for a shelter
a nice familiar barn
full of those still lifes
just giving calm
a tiny little world
almost my skin its frontier

the nightmare returns
it’s not me gliding
I’m just in a dream
and if I lose a dash of faith
I’ll wake up at eight thousand feet
afraid of being so high
a fake bird
small furry animal
unfit to fly


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