If our creativity is grownded in ourself
we are like trees painting the sky
but our roots don´t let our brushes move free
only the firmament turns around
even our brush bristles losing their hair by time
our style make us universal
our live juice spread your colors all over the world
but if we don´t cultivate our creativity continually
it also means to move our brushes through all countries of the world
and let our paintings be an existence to our children
and let our dreams speak
likewise we are brushes to paint.
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© Floy Dy Ra,11.15.2016
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