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".Adi Dassler -- The Man Who Gave Adidas The Name."
Adolf Dassler was inspired by a single idea
when he made his first shoes in 1920, at the age of just 20.
His vision was to provide every athlete
with the best footwear for his respective discipline.
It was this principle
that guided him right up until his death in 1978.
700 patents and other industrial property rights
worldwide are proof of his permanent quest for perfection.
".the kicks."
.adidas stan smith.
.adidas new york city. [limited edition]
.adidas superstar.
ARTIST
Prince Dreamer
Name: Patrick Fehroz
First Breath on: 04th November 1987
Small Size
Loves Music
Likes to dance
Day Dreamer
Loves to talk
Huge Dreams
Respect people who tries. Even if it is a small thing or even if it fails.
Dance... The poetry of movements.. Every step links to another.. It tells a story.. A story only spoken by a body.. A story which comes from inside.. which never lies.. It let others see what music is.. Fit for everyone.. No matter who you are. Dance is my pulse, my heartbeat, my breathing . Its the rhythm of my life. Its an expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy!
The Story
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Dreamer @ Monday, August 20, 2007
a little heart beating so fast
while a minute ago it was just as normal as any other day.
the cat pounced on me
and brought me down to the ground.
i was this little bird
full of pride...
proud
of my ability to take flight
of my ability to escape from those vicious paws and curious minds...
but it was my carelessness
that took my pride.
i struggled through the attack
she was like a block of skyscrapper ripping at me in all directions
i struggled
i failed
i gave in to fate...
but came a lady screaming and taking me away from my harm
but it was too late
my little heart has bled
but yet not to be seen.
for the last night of my very short life
i sat in a luxurious cage she had
yet he took me to another place
i listened as the world goes by
for the last time
i slept and in the morning
i struggled to stay awake till he came with a worm in his hand
'good morning' i heard him say
but before i could say 'goodbye',
i choked on my last breath and went away.
thanx for all the great kicks
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