The cannons, I say, the cannons break down their tower and swing... I know not where.
Wheels... turning with the inconstancy of fortune...
never climb down, never...
go upward... climbing, grasping
Feel free... to feel, to believe, to think...
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Reta sunt invidios pe ce vad ochii si lentilele tale. Te felicit pentru poze si pentru excursii.
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