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I was fascinated, surprised, charmed, the guy in front of me  was not good looking at all, definitely not the kind of guy that I look at when I'm at a nightclub; simply he had a tattoo on his chest, small bird opening his wings to the sun and to my sights.
  And then I flied,... slowly to an other part of the world I saw the ocean, I felt the salt  burning my nose, deep inside where no ship ever adventured, where monsters been seen for pirates and old dogs of the seven seas been driven crazy of thirst and loneliness.
  On a blink of an eye centuries passed, Mayas cultivating corn, cities been born, and back to Florida, to a grocery store Saturday afternoon, a guy shopping a bottle of water, wearing a khaki shirt , shorts and flip-flops,...without him seeing me I let the bird back on his chest.