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"with FREEDOM... to Beyond";
1999/2000;
Mixed Media;
63 x 63 X 15 cm;
Price: US$ 7771;
€: 6411;
UK: 4324;
Yen: 851150;
Buy now online : )
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- Instead my "Facial Picture" and comment...
I was put uphead, above all this text, my fifth
"big" PICTURE of the Same Variety String,
for pure feelings and complement sawing.
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*For clearsighted viewing of the"big" PICTURE...
- I recomend an audio assistance,
with song from"23am"-album by
Robert Miles:"Freedom"_
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All my life I have searched for the clues,
This is what they taught me...
Every mystery I’ve pursued,
Was a secret I already knew.
Deep down you know - in your soul,
Love is in control...
Hey - if you could find the angel within,
Time - time to have faith in your wings.
Free... everybody's free...
In the new day that's coming,
Freedom for all - is our destiny - yeahh
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Every stone that I left unturned,
Soon came back to haunt me.
Every fall, every finger burned ,
Was a step on the road to the truth.
That I am you - in my soul,
You are not alone...
Hey - when your heart is turned on to stone...
Love - love is the only way home.
Free... everyone's free...
In the new day that's coming,
Freedom for all - is our destiny - yeahh
Free... everything's free...
In the new day that's coming,
Freedom for all - is our destiny - destiny.
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Free... everyone's free...
In the new day that's coming,
Freedom for all - is our destiny - yeahh.
Free, everything's free,
In the new day that's coming,
Freedom for all - is our destiny - destiny.
Freedom for shame,
Freedom from fear,
Freedom to live - it's your right to be here...
In the new day that's coming,
Freedom for all - is our destiny - yeahh...
_unity of mind...unity of hearts...,one soul...,
overwelming energy...,universal language...
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_In contribution fot this application instead of prologue
_"_If..._"_
apropriate space of This Good Site alow,
I will declaim my favourite lyric by
__Rudyard_Kippling__
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If you can keep your head, when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise,
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!�
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!
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( "IF..." - Rudyard Kippling )