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