WITH-BOXES-ING – FALSE Bashny.Net

If I wanted to do something about it sincerely dream children – for example, all people happy...

I would have just blurred the lines separating man from the world.

Let winter white with soft black cover your dungeons, let a fresh breeze in the basement buried hopes, rinse your pain a substitute for the sun a little resentment, it will dry their tears.

And you will see that you have no problems, and there was not.





And you hear — you don't have to.

Don't have to be perfect, should not suffer, should not like, even love can't, can't, shouldn't...

Should not, and therefore you are.

Pull hair bound them with tape, face the wind, stretch your arms in the wings, rasmala loudly and fly! No, and there were shackles, and there was not guilt, and there was not sadness.

Longing for love the soul drink spring water that quenches thirst.

Bessvatnet coming night rassveti star tints.

Strackany lips umlani kisses.

Let the rapid wave of life wash away your fears shanty and non-performances.

Let the avalanche of love to dissolve the ashes of the failures.

And, dressed in a downy Cape of tenderness, interlace your fingers. Which kept myself, family, dreams, peace.

Release your fingers.

To fly is easy. Not fly – hard.





With-lie-tion is false.

It's simple. It's very simple.

"Real tenderness not be confused with anything, she is quiet..."

The light in your eyes. And in the Cup of hot tea, which will warm the other.

The warmth in your words. And ease of the lips, touched her cheeks.

Tenderness – clinging to the breast of the baby. And snowflakes on your eyelashes.

 



The slags of emotions: as the illnesses of the soul are displayed on the bodyonly offends those who benefits from it

Love around the world. In a phone call.

Sometimes God crashes into you... Sometimes...

And then you through life. Free. Living life.published

 

Author: Alain Esaulova

 



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