The wrinkled hand slipped slowly over his long white beard, full of hope for a wanted but unknown future.
Gazing high up, lost between Orion’s Belt and the Milky Way. He sips his poison. “You have to fly to reach the stars…” – he thought just before falling asleep on his sheets full of sketches and dreams.
A strong red bull with Pegasus wings, and a science man on it, fearless through the clouds, with no weapon, and the brave eyes of a man that loves to see the world from the sky.
The gift that Leonardo left to the mankind.
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