I am a wayfarer of an endless road, a stray bird of winter that sings and flies away. I exist in this perpetual surprise which is life, touching, caressing and yet seeking my solitude of the sky. I am an artist in the love of Nature, a mist that plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out desires of beauty....
My Ideal Person:
Comrades of the road. Rare souls and warm hearts... A special name that I will utter alone among the shadows of my silent thoughts....
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