God created man in his own image to that person and to create. True, his work is limited to simpler gadgets - music, art, poetry, happiness ... While this is not so and the tiny corner of the doings of the drawer, or not?
I do not know what I have become. That stupid virus, tortured me not too long ago, introduced good morning me to the poetry charm. I just fell in love with V. Mačernio works! For me it is so close, warm and charming, even funny. And inspiring. Create inspiring and give up.
So much joy in my life has brought creativity. Does not matter all the drama, the routine works. Absorbed in the mysterious heart of the oasis gets lucky as sugar. It is nice to find a tiny heart drawer drop creations. It watered cactus blooming on the windowsill and ... and create!
Another thing in my life brings a huge range of emotions surrounding good morning support. I did not expect that around me wonderfully respond to my willingness to give Izod (oh, that my family also developed this ...)
"I will not mention your name. I told you, that will not work. ... But Why nocturnal thoughts flying around your island, as if in search of the living and why anxiously looking forward to winter? And why .... although considering that all the warm feelings good morning you drown mandarins, still thinking about you?
Oh, it does not matter. Blonde. Such a silly word. * Bumm * This explosion good morning in the heart. Where's the girl who was on love do not care and why me again at night sūpuoja Miss Insomnia and hand leads Mrs. Hope? Do not mention your name, even though he scattered my mind. Thinking about it what will not. It's just not possible to fall in love ... Because if this desperate ...
Autumn nights breeze. Cold sea tea with honey and tiny stars love pepper. Everything is so insanely stupid unconsciously. Wind bleached hair. Sun scorched hearts. Children's theory. Stupid desire. Stupid dream. Stupid Hope. Stupid humor. Stupid stupidity. Because sometimes want everything completed. Just what is being said these few fillers, but I know that this is unrealistic. Because I'm not the girl who falls in love with the guys. Because ......
I miss the rain. This is true and summery. Long-west doing nothing good morning and fled from reality. Chat kvailiausiomis topics. And most times, when those idiotic gadgets did not exist. I miss the days when everything was a matter ....
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