&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; /on the road to London, crossing Serbia/ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 08. July. 2016. My heart sank alone again and forever, But, in triumph, not in stolen silence. Somebody is dying, for his losses, For his losses of true rhythm, For his losses of Love and Fair, For his losses of instance to live, For his losses of instruments to eat. I know, I am somebody, Who may say one day: &nbsp;&nbsp; \"I have lived not in vanity, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thus, I have lived true, &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thus, my life is helpful for mankind.\" But, I will be never prepared To end with life, I will be never prepared To meet the God, the instant God. I hope, never to think, never to hope, To live in Heaven, here on Earth, Never, I hope, God will talk lively to me ... &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Andy,&nbsp; /in the bus... /

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