Every two minutes, Gaviota would open his eyes and tell the same story: “There was a time when birds were perfect drones and, instead of squawking, we sang rock and roll. Our houses were golden igloos and it is said that Liberty punished us for being dreamy. Since then we are made of flesh, bone and feathers and we live in landfills, but this may change. It is said that if we fly very low, perhaps we will see, in the reflection of a ray of sun, on the waves, Freedom and this allows us to return to being a white metal flight ».
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