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. . . να ευχεσαι να'ναι μακρυς ο δρομος, γεματος περιπετειες,γεματος γνωσεις. . .
Enigma is:
alexiskunst@gmx.net
*every shot on this blog is Copyrighted*
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"das was ich jeden Tag sehe ist der Spiegel derer die hier Hausen, es ist das wahre Gesicht der Menscheit, das was Sie will, das was Sie am besten kann, alles wofür Sie steht und Stirbt.
Doch irgendwo zwischen dieser Matterie die alles zu Verschlingen scheint, gibt es kleine funkelnde Sterne. Sie kennen die geheimnisse des -Seins-, sie Wissen sachen die von einer anderen Welt zu sein scheinen,über dinge die nicht käuflich sind und Momente die nicht wiederkehren!...all das was jeder gerne vergisst, das was nur die wenigen kennen.
Steht auf aus eurem Wilden Tagtraum,...erfahrt um eure eigene Schönheit und Verletzbarkeit!
Α.Σ.
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I feel you
I feel you Your sun it shines I feel you Within my mind You take me there You take me where The kingdom comes You take me to And lead me through Babylon This is the morning of our loveIt's just the dawning of our love I feel youYour heart it sings I feel you The joy it brings Where heaven waits Those golden gates And back again You take me to And lead me through OblivionThis is the morning of our love It's just the dawning of our loveI feel youYour precious soul And I am whole I feel youYour rising sun My kingdom comesI feel you Each move you make I feel youEach breath you take Where angels sing And spread their wings My love's on highYou take me home To glory's throne By and by This is the morning of our love It's just the dawning of our love
O Fortuna velut luna statu variabilis,semper crescis aut decrescis;vita detestabilisnunc obduratet tunc curatludo mentis aciem,egestatem,potestatemdissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immaniset inanis,rota tu volubilis,status malus,vana salus semper dissolubilis,obumbrata et velatamichi quoque niteris;nunc per ludumdorsum nudumfero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis et virtutismichi nunc contraria,est affectuset defectussemper in angaria.Hac in horasine moracorde pulsum tangite;quod per sortemsternit fortem,mecum omnes plangite!
Child in time
Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between good and bad See the blind man, shooting at the world Bullets flying, taking toll If you've been bad, Oh Lord I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes Oh, bow your head Wait for the ricochet ...........
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