When your thoughts travel quicker than your actions. When your body betrays you and prevents you from flying away. Sometimes you cannot travel with your body, but you can still fly away with your mind.
I have no ticket, but a smell or a picture can take you a long way.
A jasmin smell threw me back in Tunis, good time of hot sun, new friends and wound healing.
A beautiful photo on a website and I'm back in Malta, when it was time for hopes - or perhaps illusions.
What will come next? What word will be pronounced to make me jump back a few years into good memories? Or maybe make me want to get another ticket and run away.
E il pensiero va
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