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My way

The way of the birds

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Does everything need to have a method?

Does love have a method?

Does something always have to be achieved?

What is the purpose of a spontaneous laughter?

My method have no name, as free as a bird. It has no direction, it has no purpose, it has no departure or destination: the infinite.


This is the only place where you don't have to do anything, your resting point and you do only what you want.

And only if you do what you want, where you can be yourself, healing is possible.

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