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... flight is an art, or rather, a skill. The trick is to learn to throw his body in the earth's surface and at the same time to miss.

Most be witch all broke floors
But as the full moon will shake off with a broom.
Exploding in the sky, fools, Yes night flight -
Fainted chickens, frightened cattle.

- So you Meneldur, I believe that a man or an elf is able to fly like a bird? asked Beren.
- Oh, no. It would be impossible and just stupid. I think a man or elf should fly as a human or an elf.
- It's like? - twisted eyebrow Beren. - I, for example, once flew as a man. It was not long and in the end hurt, and if it was not a snowdrift at the bottom, I would do you are not told about it.

Become my soul, bird, let the wind in the wings
Every night I dream of flight - cold fjords, mile after mile;

I'm not rich - but I'm not hungry.
I don't fly high in the sky - but I confidently stand on the ground.
I'm not a Great man - but I am!

If God wanted us to fly, he'd given us the tickets.

In the first few minutes of the flight I realized that the joy that will give pleasure all my life. It is surrounded by a huge space around. This force, which can easily me moved to any point of it. The joy of freedom, which covers, when you feel that nothing hinders that you are not bound to any point, and you can surf it from end to end. This feeling is boundless, vast and big house, who is with you always and everywhere, where there is always room for you where you can implement and find yourself.

The city went crazy, people in a hurry,
Slowly hardens my soul.
The kitchen was filled with the smoke of smoldering cigarettes
Barely audible echoes of yesterday's victories.
I would now fly over the clouds
In a parallel world to dive with the head,
I'd like to fly, wave your hands,
But fall the hardest.

Day departure day arrival day count
We ordered the times the speed limit.
We like birds, we like birds, we fly,
Because each hour value.
Airport! Standing at the ramp.
Airport! Misses me height.
Airport! Look: I met someone
At the end of the air bridge.

The bird that never flew, there's nowhere to go.

It's almost like flying on a broomstick, only without a purpose and one way.

I'm not afraid to fall, I'm happy, I'm not afraid of fall beckons me flight...

Not falling to the ground, you will never understand how good it feels to fly.
Right, because falling, you climb back up, every time.

- "Doc," where did you learn the plane, then to drive?
- I do not know how...