Colourful daylights, colourful delights, the image is on the desk, it tells me about happyness, it tells me about glory, it tells me a lot. It is of today, the strenght, it is of today, the idea. It is of today, the surrender to nativity, to captivity in our frustration, in our isolation, in our boredom.
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