| О себе: |
Present to me happiness...
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NO-NO
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My actions don't demand arguments when I answer: "Because I so want!"
Where you saw such cat with whom would excite that about it speak
Mice?
Be realists, demand the impossible!
IF YOU WANT TO APPROACH TO ME AND TO START TALKING TO ME WHY YOU NOT TO APPROACH TO ME AND NOT TO START TALKING TO ME?
MY BEHAVIOUR ALREADY VERY MUCH DOES NOT NEED FOR A LONG TIME NEITHER PROTECTION, NOR IN THE JUSTIFICATION
The success causes envy. It will wound, when you don't understand. And without dependence from that, as though you tried to achieve understanding, all the same there will be those who will condemn you. (Michael Jackson)
Don't judge the person, don't talk yet to it personally because that you hear all - hearings. (Michael Jackson)
When thousand fans shout, welcoming you, speaking in love - thus in you something is compressed from loneliness... (Michael Jackson)
Eventually, the most important - to be fair with itself and favourite and many to work. That is now, won't be tomorrow. Dare. Struggle. Improve and cultivate the talent. Be the best that you do. Learn about the kind of activity more than someone from the living. Use tools for giving of - be it books or a floor to dance or water, to swim. Where it was is yours. It that I always try to remember. (Michael Jackson)
About itself: I don't trust in words. Actions are necessary to me.
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Love - the pure feeling. It is a lot of books, films and songs it is devoted it... Let's discuss in this group the first, most remembered, quivering, mutual, meek and simply happy LOVE!
Allow me to you to read,
It is a little lines about love.
And as always the story to begin,
According to heavenly beauty.
"About as I love it,
Only one sky can know ".
Words are beautiful, as lies,
But it is capable to prove.
It is blinded, as light it,
In love of a recognition time and again.
She heard, but with it,
I won't acquaint you.
Let's return to the young man that loves,
That it is happy since night to a dawn.
Only one will clear whose feelings,
Its beautiful dreams.
Perhaps, costs to steam of words,
To me to tell about the lady "Z".
In her soul the bolt is closed,
And feeling not to return on light.
It for it, the simple novel,
She can't fall in love.
In her soul the fog reigns,
But how with it to it to arrive?
The next lie will rescue it,
But will painfully make to that.
Who so loving her only waits,
For it only waits, its one.
She has told: "All has passed,
We need to have a rest simply.
That was, for a long time has passed,
And that was not to return ".
Than it страданья were worse,
Than that was without love.
And отраженьем in a dirty pool,
The thought on love has disappeared. |
