I love flying with my white wings. It already passed more than ten years since I began a paraglider. I'm still tense very much before to take off. But the moment, I that a foot left the ground become the bird. The best moment!!

I let a heart loose in the sound that a wing cuts wind, a green smell in an uproar at, space disturbed nobody.All things totally look like a miniature, and what I worry about passes away as there was nothing. It is held in big nature, and it is a sense rebeared newly. And I can realize thanks to living.
My friends who called Pu-ta flight supporting in Bali.