среда, 21 января 2009 г.


I look in empty page. Inside so it is a lot of only. All words of the world will not suffice. In comparison with all everyone feelings \feelings even one million skilfully written down words will be empty.
Here and now I try to make impossible. No. I shall not spoil, so in fact it is much better.
I sit on a chair in greater headphones of color of the cloudy sky. A white T-short and pijama shorts with grey pattern. I echo only one lips.
Today morning light was filtered by thin white cloths of a fabric. Muffled and soft. Also there is no feeling, that there, behind a window so it is oppositely cool. Because what difference when here so it's good..

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