To know that we are the ones moving toward you
Not you toward us --
Does it really matter?
In the end it is the same.
We see you appear,
Your topmost arc emerging from the misty horizon.
Our heart beats jump to the power of your first rays.
Alive.
Fairytales and Physics in this magic lamp I tuck underneath my arm and, with an ordinary charm, I make my way through this enchanted world.
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