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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
Blogged by..
Dreamer @ Thursday, February 19, 2009
tick tock tick tock...
the time is ticking away
but what have i done?
does it matter,
does it count?
in what matter and in what ounce?
the clock that makes us measure our worth.
so what if i hadn't done enough?
so what if i want to do more?
if i weren't doing it NOW
does it count?
so count not what i had done
or what i was to do
but what i do now
for i live in the now beyond time beyond space
yet amongst time and space, i create and fulfill.
thanx for all the great kicks
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