\u2026.I am Home, I feel Home, I left Home\u2026Home?<\/p>\n
I went Home to where I was born, Roots, my Land, my Rocks, my Sea, my Plants, my views\u2026finding pieces of myself everywhere, puzzle, memories, and new\u2026<\/p>\n
Home was the heavy Rain on that blowing afternoon in the Forest, and the thick Fog silently rolling down the Hills. Home was the Church bells blowing our Heads, Home was forcing through cold strong Wind, Home was meeting you after a whole Life had passed, Home was the humble and ugly cafe where I go every time, and the few other ones, Home was sitting on the floor playing with the old Doggy, Home was preparing cup, sugar, and cakes for you in the morning, Home was laughing of silly things feeling silly, and keeping your secret, Home was avoiding beggars, and feeling unsure, Home was \u00a0Colours, Sun, Light and \u00a0Bliss, and smog and stress, and reality, Home was many hugs and many kisses, and the promise of meeting again\u2026<\/p>\n
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