Having your hand in mine,
I feel dainty,
It’s like in the childhood,
Receiving a beautiful kite.
I'm so happy, looking up,
That the person
Who holds the thin string today
It’s right me!
I discovered that
I’m here not to keep you tight,
Not to give you directions,
But to release the thread
As much as you need
To get high.
And to run tireless in the fields
Taking care for you, not to crumble.
That way, my dear kite,
The “fall” in love
Should become
A Rise in love.
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