"I've learned everything here this is my shield This is my home and if you reallyĀ want to know meĀ pleaseĀ come over, have a lookĀ Cherish the wounds and heal every scarĀ Take this fear that I feel and pull it out kick it outĀ This is the beautiful land where we were bornĀ The nature the colors that we loveĀ The place in this world that we belongĀ This is the beautiful land where we were bornĀ The nature the lining of our soulĀ The place where we will always return" Ho ritrovato questa foto mentre facevo pulizia sul cellulare. Le gru mi sono sembrate erbacce su un orto abbandonato da tempo, tutte piegate nella stessa direzione come gli steli nel vento.













