Contact with nature, Work with the body. Flee from your madness. And try to get studied. Listen to voices… Of birds, or your buddies. Newer reflect of the days, That have passed. Live now and here. Give me five. As farewell to the party.
Arch of Triumph “We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.» […]
It is so yummu… When sun is in the sky, It is so lovely… I am so high… I am looking at the sea And see the universe. I see the hearts, Of those, Who left us. My granddad, My grannies… My loving mommy. Is here with me. My love is like a fountain, It […]
What? Where? When? Do not play chess with your heart… I am Crusified by my Saviour. I am standing tall with my Maker. I am a rotten big tomato. I am Crusified with these words. Though, I won’t cry. Neither, I will do pretend. That His love is endless. Chosse your path with reason. There […]
We make a kiss. We make a slime. We have good mood. And we will never cry. Tois greatThe weather’s fineIt’s nny, rainy all the time. “You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” ― oscar wilde I write […]
Pushkin says that nanny is his best friend. I can say that my Granny is equally brilliant. Loving her wisdom, strength and enormous spirit. She is 85. Turned this April. My love, you are an angel. 2 ноября Зима. Что делать нам в деревне? Я встречаю Слугу, несущего мне утром чашку чаю, Вопросами: тепло ль? […]
We are made to be a light. We are here to see the future. Here we are to bring some now and on… We belong to God. We are made to be divine… We are here to stop the crying… We are here! We are here forever young. Soul is not abandoned. Soul is always […]
Никто не застрахован. Несчастье, старость, гнев. Однако, главное – найти того, Кто жить с тобой захочет… Во имя доброго Отца. Не злитесь почем зря. Но, умоляю, не грубите, Тому, кто старше вас на многие лета. Для друзей… Все мы желаем лучшей жизни, И признать стоит, что боли… Бывают разными в себе. Я рад, что не […]