The never-ending whirl of sounds, phrases and images gets more and more blurred with every self-piercing thought. I am beginning to stop understanding the very essence of what the hell is going on in my mind. I put on induistic mantras and unexpectedly felt sick. Useless. Played some jazz and remembered what and who once was, smiling, spilling one
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Как ты, чудесная? Образ забросила?
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Кстати, раз уж ты вернулась из Парижа и прочих городов, может еще и фотографии в ЖЖ поместишь? интересно же.. :)))
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You know, somrtimes i feel, like hole essence of the life in plased in your little body. And that times i start feeling very longly, or something like that. Why, just fix a hole in your head, or wonder about something else. All the world loves you, oh little fairy.
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The most important thing is to love, well, maybe not the WHOLE world, but the most of it... And everything will simply return to us.
How are you, oh little hippie? When are we finally going to the magical shop? ;)
Otherwise feel free to visit me again, in the week-end or so!
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But you have to improve your English a bit xD... Yess the imperfections are the path to success!!!
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Loodan, et sul on kõik hästi! Tervita ema ka!!!! ^^
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