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Every time I plan to fly there is some disruption in the sky. Every time I plan to fly the eagle appears out of nowhere above the sky, flying at an altitude that cause everyone to be confused, several of them coming from the East jostling in the breeze searching for a place to land but they have to keep moving around, there is no space to land on the ground. 

Today is Martin Luther King's Jr.  day,  England's bank holiday and summer tranquility in Japan. Some people are just going home with lots of jewelry and crowns, they seem to have enjoyed the trip, feasting on fish and chips but just when they are ready to go, they meet up on a traffic jam in the middle of the show and everything comes to a standstill, nothing is moving. 

You can play your games on the street but destiny is concrete, what you say here doesn’t count; you must find your own jurisdiction where destiny is bound. If you board the plane to east, you might face a huge defeat; you must look where the traffic is flowing and where the birds are going. 

If you are running in the wrong lane, they will drive; you insane and you will fall down on the track and break your sturdy back. You must study the heart of the game and you will never be ashamed. 

Every time I plan to fly, I have to search for an alibi; I have to go around the world just to get out of this miserable town. I have to take a hundred and ten cab, change twenty-eight air plane, drive through 30 cities before I can board my plane.

This is a hard road; you have to bold, walk with courage in your right-hand and integrity in your left hand. You have got to map out a path before you plan to depart; the wind is not friendly but the sky is heavenly. When your timing is right you can make that sacrifice. 
Every time I plan to fly I have to take off before sunrise, at this time I can view the city and delved into mankind’s sanctity.

There is no trouble at that time when I am at peace with the divine, everything just flows and I know which way to go. Every time I plan to fly, they put me on standby, I never get upset, I always sing because I know that the forces of nature are trying to tell me something.
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