Wind runs easy. Wind break oxygen and feelings. Before I thought, a lot of questions, doubts and answers hit me. I got three answers and two thousand questions, those last... easier than I've believed during twenty years: a life's motto and a patron to improve myself.
Well, I know I'm writting just incoherent ideas, it'd be better if I plan a good text or article, but wind was stronger than I thought that the only two thousand good neurones I had, are broken as houses, streets, cars, planes, ships, boats, yachting clubs, and moods after an hurricane. My own hurricane. Why can't I have an earthquake?. Perhaps It'd be easier for me, as I've lived the sensation.
I prefer a movement, not a kick boxing session with air on my face.
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