This is NuvuType a jQuery plugin that animates your text. Simply include a couple lines of code on your page and animate any text. Set text speed, delay, color choices and font-size to create a completely unique experience for your users. This text is using NuvuType right now! See more examples below and use the NuvuType Options Tester to test out all the options for your text. Thanks for using NuvuType.

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Walking Around by Pablo Neruda It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool. The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens, no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators. It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails and my hair and my shadow. It so happens I am sick of being a man.

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From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.

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A rippling shiver of attention to the fragile silver thread. Guideline to the ethereal kite That rolls on unseen energies. Whipped into a maelstrom one moment Hovering on a gentle gust another. Grounded by the anchoring clay of content Unfired earth shifts and rebalances As the strata of change ripples and shifts. Spaceless energies ricochet off invisible walls And battles to balance the yin and yang. The artist of life and the chemist of being Barter over substances unknown. The alchemist thriving on time and patience Pursues the aim for that illusive thread of gold.

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