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A man explodes a twine next to a monster
We open the condom with our teeth. Red lipstick
We only dream of peace, but flying is like a dream
Great, we shake the architect's hand
We give warmth, light and smiles
Everything we see depends on the point of view
Cheese and figs are tastier with wine, although we have only a still life
The athlete made a gesture with his hands as if he were an arrow
What we don't see at first glance
And somewhere there we buried a treasure
Sprats in tomato decided to explode
The walls were erected in the old-fashioned way