There was a time that time had no time at all. A cloud is a man's mind, a vauge line between been asleep or awake. In the dream realitydances, in the morning reality fades "I do not know what is to be known about breathing air of a dream or air of the earth" He is an evil man, he enjoyed the pleasures of the occult and the pleasure of truth. Quilt has his enemy but no anymore.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
