

Dreams of HeavenThey kiss; herDreams of Heaven
Prolific brain flexes
Chaos muscle -
Bearing terrestrial Infinity


FreedomThere was the westerly wind,Freedom
A docile malice now, unwounded And biting away the stones


the ArtistToday I went to see an artist A scuptor, an engineer of style And said, hey mister artist Won't you give me a haircutthe Artist
And he said, sure, what do you want I said, you tell me, youre the artist Put a mustache on this head Which you before shaved bare, for all I care
So he put me on his turning chair, Meticulously inspected my head And said, well, your hair is straight and fair But at the root fungi vermins have made its nest
Forget the fungi vermins, I said They are too small and tiny for my care I want style and beauty put on my head


Saproad roamed by cars, filled with weary drivers parading in snow, a pilgrim to enlightenment blustered in sulky leaves, the branches withering into winter air, whisperingSap
Oh, the leafless branches whisper to me to savour the sweetness in the body of the sappings of its tree
Oh, the leafless branches whisper to me to savour the sweetness in the body of the sappings of its tree
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Parangaracutirimicuaro
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"Creativity is a type of learning process where the teacher and pupil are located in the same individual." - Arthur Koestler
most appreciated.
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"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
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magical verisimilitude, sepulchral oneirism and melancholic imaginings.
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"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
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Great Aunt Vicki, Great Aunt Dorothy, Richard, and of course Alex.
R.I.P. Grandpa, I love you.
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Ogni persona ne influenza un'altra
e questa un'altra ancora..
il mondo è pieno di storie
che in realtà sono sempre la stessa.
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This is me.
Take it or leave it!
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