motto: Sound Engineering
POem #1
Geometria dzwieku przestrzennego
GEometry of space voice
Silent of moment
Like flash of blindness
Chaos of noise of comment
Like span of sikness
When I was young I read Young
When I was old I drive a mustang
Now I am rich and drung
Now I am pure and memeber of dukes gang
She was and gone
Left leaves and taste
She is and done
Stay and did muste
I know only one language
Body and ghost tickles
Scary Films of Larry
Cartoons of Micke’s
Master of carpenter
Colonial enginner
Of space voice….