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Blind artist happiness painted not on canvas,
no applications that know the truth in the way.
He's dead, he will not let the wallet getting fat,
when the last muse tourists fled.

In the next room I was floating among the three walls
sober philosopher: & quot; The world is not in the hands and feet under & quot ;.
For a week, as a thinker was hung on the cross,
He argues yourself rite filmed on camera,
all buried in the memory ...

Deaf musician enough & quot; thread sewn white & quot ;,
that all peaceful able to play a symphony.
Angelic call from the heart beat a capella.
The music is inside, alas, just wind understood.

The dancer without legs on performances dared.
It seemed that the applause - the recognition of talent.
Pity - not the lesser evil than to be mocked ...

The light of the sun is blocked fluorescent lamp

for each of the geniuses.
Among the deaf, blind and crazy
the inhabitants of the universe,
Templates break - to recognize the occasion.

He does not tolerate changes
He smiles and curse nashepchet
world, the same hypocrisy.
Apprehend anyone betray anyone ...

Among the cohort of broken lives,
crushed the third millennium.
Those winners are not judged.
Those winners regret.