Janis, she just mocks, how they knock off every berry
And the snow on the branch, now, “Calandra, never worry.”
Seasons come, like they fall, and they spring forever weary
In the Valley of the Orchids, rare are birds unto a journey

Feeble, does he brew; with the stones, shall he marry
Corralled is the smoke, tossing hills as it carries
Fuming seas in the sky, past the bricks and the rye
Cabaret, hear him, nigh does his skin peel and fly

On an arch in a prairie in a province in a land
Where the children are told how to fear their hands
Atop smoky pine feathers that burst when they're touched
We stomp and we squeak to the air on, we march

A prison laced in reddened storms drones on mountains ever-scored
Looking north by north bygone, the test, remiss, we’ll move southward
But on the sky sits Cerise Range and all around in spheres, a cage
And then, a beak we see invade! A crash and splat; of juice we’re made

May the fly, the mayfly evade the day the children hang
The Brewer, haste has made, pours his broth, begins the day
Hide, little child, like the fly, become the blanket on the marsh
Become the stock, but don't give up, next month won't be so harsh

Jude of June, that's what she’s called, she grooms her quill and tests her ink
The One of Blue, another name, she writes for everyone to breath, she blinks,
“O small brown bird, you speak the path? Well I have ever shone on some.”
The Summer Sun, that's who she is, who waits for Janis, soon to come

Jewel in the eye, dome of peace
Returneth casts our masks beneath
Iris besets, “Berceuse, my mess.”
Sad, for slowly nights a guess.

Part-time, will’o’writs she can dust
A cat's tail christened, paw in a gust
Navigating, where galleys waste strewn
The suns of Aude across its boon

Deliver us Toulmask, lost and protested
Past Bejeweled Silken in millions, nested
In Scepter where embers aroma holds on
To the sands like rocks destroying its spawn

Into the nest, deep. With Man, reborn against winds and dusk
Will best the heaps, lifespans of each, in caverns each a husk
Cut deep with scythes. The Trembling, Bellowing, Festering,
Reckoning, unending Octobering deathening, surrendering:

You! Bird, the bell rings
Brown bard, the sun sings
Sky guard, no venerate
Berried lark, thou emirate

Welcome, into ends and to makers
Watch with, admire, be your desires
Forget time, velvet rubs you and penetrates
Valley’s of orchids that start, to disintegrate

The "world of ideas in Europe
called the" new philosophy
"is also known as the age
of knowledge, known in the eighteenth
century as the knowledge or knowledge
of philosophy, thus controlled
by a spiritual and philosophical
movement public and literary
influence in Europe, and the
consequences of the French
Revolution are so widespread: Lucy, 16,
French historian, and 1789,
first French Revolution. . .      World writers
began in the 1620s and began
a revolutionary science at a time
when his "philosophers "were divided
into French philosophers at meetings
of scientific academies,
Freemasons, literary events, cafes,
and published books and pamphlets;
the center of knowledge,
the monarchy and power
of the church as well as
the revolutionary revolutions
of the eighteenth and nineteenth
n century Various movements
of the 19th century, including
freedom and modernity, put their
knowledge into practice bout
the cause of ideas as the ultimate
source of power, law and liberty,
progress, tolerance, fraternity,
constitutional administration,
church and state.                                                           ­     France, the danger
of the philosophy
of central education
mehākelenyewochu
which is perfect against
Nigušewinetini with the
Roman Catholic Church
and the concrete.                                      Knowledge of the scientific method
                                                                ­                                      and influence
                                                                ­                              of Mek'enesheneti
                                                                ­                   and the growing problem
                                                                ­                      of religious affiliation -
"Sherere Aude" -                                         need to know the idea of ​​the idea.
"Nicholas Concordat is the most famous work
of the human mind in the history of 1795.
When this book appears,
it is generally assumed
that the growth rate is cut off."
Thesis philosophers included Biker,
Dora, Cott, and Spinoza influence
of the philosophers of Revelation
President Joseph II                                            and many Presidents of Spain,
Piscesa Federico II,
Thomas Jefferson followed
Roman ideas attentively and
was conquered in 177 6 It is right,
one The boy, James Madison,
came to power in 1787 when
he left the United States Constitution 5.
The encyclopedia Encyclopaedia
published in 1751 and 1772 thirty-five
volumes and in ke'alekkenite until 1759.
Compiled 1733. 1744                                        and Social Convention 1762 ·
                                                    Theological Theology by Adam Smith 1759
and Documentary Resources 1776;                        The Spirit of Montesquieu
1748. The spiritual development
after the revolutionary revolution
was called romanticism.                             The philosophy of René Descartes
is based on the philosophy
of Tori. His attempt to create a deep
understanding of the theory of doubt
and persecution has no bearing
on his philosophy and his pressures.
John Cow's vision of the arguments
of 1690 and David Hoo                                                         was strengthened.
His diplomatic math is the main
affirmation of the Charter
of 1670 and 1677. These two
phases follow the philosophical
lines. First, they try to draw
conclusions from different
varieties of dogs, logos and
Christian areas.  
Second,                                                 ­                                           philosophy,
democracy, freedom,                                                         ­                   freedom
of expression and suppression
of the religious power of Populus.
                                                                ­                                              The diet

Obișnuiam să îți ascult fiece șoapte,
Credeam că suntem de aceeași parte,
Dădeam din cap la ochii tăi blânzi,
Îți zâmbeam până începeai să plângi.

Aveam un vis, o stea şi o credință,
Dar undeva adânc era și o tendință,
Faima nu vine cu loialitate,
O decizie în grabă, moralitate.

Un eco agale se aude ușor
Cuvinte goale şi spălate cu clor
Apus de trecut cu aromă amăruie
Chipul blând începe să se năruie.

Aleg al meu ritm pe grele cărări,
Decât scurtături false cu mari așteptări
Spune-ți povestea până în clar de noapte
Dar tot îți lipsește, moralitate.

Încă de pe treptele intrării,
când pe lângă istorie antică am trecut
erau scrise pe columne în greacă
personaje, gânduri, zei și fapte
ale vremurilor de mult apuse
cu puțin înainte de Hristos.

Și *** trepte tot mai urc,
văd un amfiteatru alb, din marmură
unde Platon, Socrate și Aristotel
țineau lungi prelegeri despre gând.
Sute de ani au trecut
de la bazele științelor actuale
însă tot ce a răsunat atunci
se aude și mai tare,
prin coloanele de sus.

Într-un final ajung la Propylaeum,
porți ale trecutului,
unde vântul trece prin coloane
cântând la undele sculptate
cântece de liniște și pace.
Se ivesc pe măsură ce avansez
temple ale zeilor grecești
însă cel mai aproape de mine stă
Partenonul, simbol al Greciei antice.

Iar din depărtare, de pe turnul din vârf,
poți veghea orașul de jur-împrejur alb,
Atena, unde istorie au creat oameni,
unde tot ce cunoaștem s-a format adânc;
și este un oraș magic, de legende plin,
acum văd în depărtare munți, dar și marea,
unde se povestea că zei ar fi trăit demult.
De aici, deși totul pare mic și neînsemnat,
peisajul este plin de toată viața
ce încă schimbă melanjul creat de-a lungul secolelor.

Janis, she just mocks, how they knock off every berry
And the snow, on the branch, now “Calandra, never worry.”
Seasons come, like they fall, and they spring forever weary
In the Valley of the Orchids, rare are birds unto a journey

Feeble, does he brew; with the stones, shall he marry
Corralled is the smoke, tossing hills as it carries
Fuming seas in the sky, past the bricks and the rye
Cabaret, hear him, nigh does his skin peel and fly

On an arch in a prairie in a province in a land
Where the children are told how to fear their hands
Atop smoky pine feathers that burst when they're touched
We stomp, and we squeak to the air on, we march

A prison laced in reddened storms drones on mountains ever-scored
Looking north by north bygone, the test, remiss, we’ll move southward
But on the sky sits Cerise Range and all around in spheres, a cage
And then, a beak we see invade! A crash and splat; of juice we’re made

May the fly, the mayfly evade the day the children hang
The Brewer, haste has made, pours his broth, begins the day
Hide, little child, like the fly, become the blanket on the marsh
Become the stock, but don't give up, next month won't be so harsh

Jude of June, that's what she’s called, she grooms her quill and tests her ink
The One of Blue, another name, she writes for everyone to breath, she blinks
“O, small brown bird, you speak the path? Well I have ever shone on some.”
The Summer Sun, that's who she is, who waits for Janis, soon to come

Jewel in the eye, dome of peace
Returneth casts our masks beneath
Iris besets “Berceuse, my mess.”
Sad, for slowly nights a guess

Part-time, will’o’writs she can dust
A cat's tail christened, paw in a gust
Dystrophy, no galleys waste strewn
The suns of Aude across its boon

Deliver us Toulmask, lost and protested
Past bejeweled Silken in millions, nested
In Scepter where embers aroma holds on
To the sands like rocks destroying its spawn

Into the nest, deep. With Man, reborn against winds and dusk
Will best the heaps, lifespans of each, in caverns each a husk
Cut deep with scythes. The Trembling, Bellowing, Festering
Reckoning, unending Octobering deathening, surrendering:

You! Bird, the bell rings
Brown bard, the sun sings
Sky guard, no venerate
Berried lark, thou emirate

Welcome, into ends and to makers
Watch with, admire, be your desires
Forget time, velvet rubs you and penetrates
Valley’s of orchids that start, to disintegrate

Enlightenment, they call it
man’s emergence from immaturity,
a self-imposed prison built of cowardice and laziness.
How sweet the yoke of docility,
how warm the embrace of guardians
who feed us thoughts pre-chewed,
who guide us with the steady reins of convenience.

Sapere Aude! they cry.
But courage falters when fear looms large
fear whispered by pastors, tax men, and officers.
Do not argue, they demand,
as if reason were a sin,
as if obedience were salvation.

Books think for us,
pastors believe for us,
physicians eat for us
and we, content in our mechanized stupor,
trade our birthright for comfort.

Rules and formulas,
chains dressed as wisdom,
bind our minds with their silent weight.
The leap to freedom
is an uncertain stumble over ditches
too small to justify our terror.
Yet we cling to the familiar yoke,
fond of our immaturity,
trained to fear the very light
that promises liberation.

Even the guardians,
those architects of complacency,
cannot escape their own machinery.
Prejudice, like a loyal hound,
turns and devours its master.
New chains replace the old,
new dogmas leash the unthinking mass.

But freedom lies not in revolutions,
not in shattered thrones or scattered crowns.
It hides in the fragile flame of reason
the courage to think,
to question,
to speak against the tide of quiet conformity.

The age of enlightenment, they claim.
No, we dwell in its shadow,
its distant echo,
fumbling toward a freedom
we barely dare to imagine.