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Fotojaht - tühi

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Tühi tünn seisab küll.
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PS.
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Kirjutasin  
Kusjuures minu jaoks ei puhu üldse pilli asjaolu, kas asjasse mittepuutuv põõsas on tervelt peal või ei.

Ma teen pilte sageli liikuvast autost @ 80/100 kmh - sihi siis. Kusjuures mu nägemine on selline, et fotokunstnike jaoks aktsepteeritava pildi tegemiseks peaks ma seisma ja lugemisprillid kaasas olema: ma EI NÄE seda pisikest kolmetollist pilti piisavalt selgelt. Ühel mu "digiseebikal" on ka optiline sihik, aga see raip valetab. Ja noh, sõidu ajal enivei ...
Nii et minu fotoahi pildid on sageli kiivas, vahel on kirikutornide tipud puudu ja esineb ka muid heale maitsele mittevastavaid nüansse.

Ma tõesti ei tassi lugemisprille päevad läbi kaasas, veel vähem topin ma neid sõidu ajal ette.

veel tühjust täis pilte

Fotojaht - äpardus

veel äpardusi

Fotojaht - tuli

Tuli on parim inimese sõber, kui ta kontrolli all on.
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veel 

Traction control

Installisin Hiacele veojõukontrolli :

Take this waltz

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is

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