When the hands of the wind broke the cage of the trapped chicken, he did not have the desire to fly, when the swallows were announcing the spring season, he did not have the love of singing , the sky was no different for him, it was no different from the cage for a long flight, he did not have the desire to fly, in Abra, to the distant forest, he went from the imagination of that patient bird, but a moment came, the moment of jumping and abandoning, between fear and hope .The moment when the window, the hatred of the wall and the pattern of the clear sky were broken, the tired bird sat down and saw the bright horizon in the fresh air of the plain, reached the stars, a pure and great moment, he went to the sea and went with a long flight to the desert and left.
