Flight in the skies of Bologna. Looking out the window I see the city become confused in the distance, its colors and lose details and get foggy with importance. What is the little man and you can tell good from above a cloud. From up here we see almost as well with your heart, you have the impression that he did write to the psalmist (among other things without having to take the plane) the question of the desperate and greedy: what is man that you are mindful and the son of man that you care for him?
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