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Personal thoughts V
It is for the first time when my thought to unknowing guides me to open the arms for the whole space symphony. Temporal drops, for the only judgment moment, hangs on the lost eyes in obscurity. The only thing that still exists and continues to be adored is the green color, a green sensation never seen before … just thought it could be possible, inside the church of divine sounds philosophy. Nothing can rise further than maintaining confessor’s reality. One sound can only give birth to a glamorous light frame, to a self-tremble. It seems like a new taste for the grown-up senses appeared … focusing on a lost old memory in the dark hole of time and mystic thought. More sounds creating a usual geometry will open the gates to a new universe, to a new life philosophy statement.
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