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A wind has the eight hands,
Direction of light by the road.
A flight of dragon-fly is
The Global Inspiration,
becouse a Way has"a golden" heart.

Projects of consciousness for man is this "a seeds" for the fields of a harvest for women./In style"Davay,davay."/

If you are have into own pokets "The Information Field of Consciousness"-A lie is this "absurd business"./The falsehood of people-A monkey business./Planet "Earth"-Planet of Monkey./In style "The red king in black."/Weather report-GRUNER MANN..

Northen wind like bend tied two elements:
Sky&Ocean.
Let`s creep on the line of surf,
A little beetle.

The mill of roads this is observation post of vagabondo,
the old boots-a sign of freedom,
nomadic life- a borderland between Earth and Sky./w.vagabondo/

Integral of road is a Pencil box,
Logorhythm of way-54 colours.
Stand by" a green noise",
Let`s fly "a joe swarm".
Matrix of open space
Into Black box of soul.
/Just do it, a little beetle/.

hip.
A chaos of buzzing sounds,
A chorus of wicked grasshoppers,
Solo of frenzy nightingale.
/a slowly flying arrow,cast-iron arrow,arrow./
A lustre of metal,
Offsetting eyes of billions dragon-flyes.
Mat light,a lustre of metal,
Solo,chorus,chaos,
buzzing,wicked,
offsetting.
/the offing ogle oily/
A chaos of buzzing sounds,
A chorus the flying dragon-flyes.

A silver lines of the sky,
A golden fields of the earth.
"Jupiter"-sun going to paint own face
On the lake surface.

A lungs of the wind-
A pines on the hills,
His songs ,like clouds
On the dawn.

THE GLOBAL INSPIRATION/ALL TOGETHER/
HURRICAN-HEAVY RAIN-PEALS OF THUNDER,LIGHTNINGS-CREAZY WIND AND A LITTLE DROP-MAN TO DEEP MEDITATION /THIS DROP SO MUCH LOVE THOSE CLOUDS/


FREEDOM OF SLAVES IT IS ALWAYS TERROR FOR FREE PAINTERS!
/ free painter-always"the orange alarm "for "slaves "./

OPPOSITE SIDE OF MOON THE HIPPLANET-JUNGLES OF SOULS A FREE PAINTERS.

A Quiet whisper of billion drops,
Microscheme of space:galaxy,fog,emptiness.
Relic radiation&Nuclear fusion.
Extraordinarity of liptons
and prose of Black Hole.
I am a little Ted-Eskimo
/Aurora bolearis on the sky./
Look at me-I am calm and still.
Tundra said me:"be happy now if you was born
to catch fish."