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Poems are good because they can disguise the fact that you would never have dared to Express aloud prose.

Genius - genius is not always expressed.

- I have a personal beef with him, it is about family honor. And why are you doing this? What's your interest?
- I don't know, maybe it's a way of expression.
- What did we get?
- A headache.

Here it is a miracle! Hero lone,
Glorious name, repeat it mouth everywhere,
Abusive Union has concluded with you,
In fierce battles
Himself to defend himself from the same...

If we did all that is really capable of, we would have struck himself to the heart.

Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk
It's tough, so tough...
Tommy laid his six-string guitar,
Now he's holding in
As previously expressed in music
So hard, so hard...

Tired of believing, tired to hold back,
Tired corpses to eat, fear to go through.
Tired to breathe, I want to breathe
Tired of crawling, I want to fly.

You have to be what you are,
and not look for something else.
And how to find yourself,
if you look completely different?

Usually, happiness comes to a happy and misfortune - to the unfortunate.

Did these bottomless showcases
My astonished eyes?
Closely in the cells of the deserted apartments
Closely in the contours of the face.

We fly like blackbirds on the orange groves, hovering in the warm wind. When we run, we own the land. It's ours. We speak the language of birds. We are no longer immigrants. Not a stupid Mexican. When we run, our spirit flies. We speak with the gods. When we run, we are gods.
We fly like blackbirds through the orange groves floating on a warm wind. When we run, we own the earth. The land is ours. We speak the birds' language. Not immigrants no more. Not stupid Mexicans. When we run, our spirits fly. We speak to the gods. When we run, we are the gods.

Here's a typical day for me: I wander here and there, from time to time bumping into people, unable to apologize or say something.
How was it better before when everyone could Express themselves, Express their feelings and in General, all enjoyed each other's company.

It is clear that, declaring himself "psycho", I was somewhat exaggerated. This is a simple but surprisingly effective diplomatic reception, I usually with great success used when you want to retain the privilege to behave as they wish, my left heel, not too worried about the comfort of others.

Today we are gathered here as one. Mistral. Atlas. Vacuo. Vale. Four kingdoms Remnant. On this day, some 80 years ago, the greatest war in the history of our world came to an end. It was a war of ignorance, greed and oppression. Not so much a war on the redistribution of boundaries or rules of trade, as the war on the very idea of individualism. We fought for countless a number of reasons, one of which was the destruction of all forms of art and expression. And as you well know, not many survived. As a result, those who stood against tyranny, began to name their children one of the main aspects of art - colour. It was a way to show that not only they will not tolerate suppression, but future generations too. This tradition has survived to this day. We carry individualism and self-expression through diversity. As I said, tonight we stand here together as a unity. But this bond cannot exist without effort. So today while the rest of the world celebrates freedom, Hunters and Hunters make every effort to defend it.