Never loose the North

My dreams have become a beautiful poem

 as beautiful as the stars in the winter sky.

Since I was little,

my mother told me that I was an unusual girl.

I was too big to fix in such a small place,

and like big fishes do, I had to follow up the river…

But every time I was looking up

the only thing a saw was the Northern Star.

I was always following the lonely road,

following the wind that was blowing between the feathers of my wings.

My compass was always pointing to the North.

I’m a disoriented bird, an adventurer Icarus

that wants to melt his wings in the Midnight Sun,

in the Midday Moon.

Now I’m up here, I just feel the freedom.

I can feel the cold wind in my cheeks, the snow in my lips

that freeze with my breath.

I am the breath of my screams.

Screams of courage when I have just arrived to the top of the world

and there’s no more road to follow.

Take off your clothes if you want to follow me.

Don’t leave anything to do.

Look at the horizon.

All the way you have walked only belongs to you.

That’s your biggest treasure;

keep it in your fist,

like an apricot bone in summer.

Breathe. Take a run-up. Scream!

Go! Go even more northern;

go there where no one else went!

Let your heart shout, beat, and hurt of emotion.

The sky is revolving around you.

I’m fucking crazy.

I have nothing to gain, nothing to lose.

I only can walk strait up.

Every single time that I look around me,

I just cannot help but falling in love.

I don’t want to leave from here.

Please, sing me a winter lullaby to close my eyes…

Let me dream for a while.

Let me dream forever.

If now the last sand grain of the hourglass was falling…

I will cry myself until sleep.

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I only have 25 days left in Paradise... I don't want to leave. 

My heart belongs to the North.