Goodnight. Anyone will be able to see the magic of the moon tonight. A white ball that stands him in a sky opposite. Illuminate a pale comforting the surface of very dark blue around them. It 's great and seems closer than usual. But maybe it's just me. We see so little these days that it seems to me to write a good night. Goodbye to those already under a colorful quilt that weighs on the body warm, and he is just thinking about the long day spent in a sort of unconscious slumber. Good night to those who are enjoying this incredible moon with his best friend, after a few bottles of wine flow without a reason, maybe just to share it with those who really can tolerate indefinitely. Goodbye also to drivers on a stretch of highway in the province, a sort of no man's land that is no more than a stage of a destination apparently, but on which, in reality, we leave tracks or entire pieces of emotions to try to leave them homeless, when they would not dwell in us and best place to be. Good night to those who have the courage to swallow gallons of coffee to get a satisfactory result for an exam, those who still have the enviable ability to believe in the future when maybe hallucinating take turns throughout the day to pay his studies, and good night to those who are working. Good night to those who are waiting for a plane or to the most fortunate that we have already risen in the ocean or on a desert, in front of the biggest events that are granted to us the infinite simple humans. Good night to those who are already asleep and goodnight especially to those who stood up from where he sat down and lit a cigarette is going to take a piece of the moon itself is here. At least for five minutes. Good night.
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