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people who lived a long time from a
great love and sometimes deprived of which it
weary of his lonely nobility. They
humbly coming to life and making a fortune on the
humble love. They feel nice refusing to serve and participate in all things in peace. On
becomes his slave\'s pride glowing embers
pan.
[ ]
With the death of death unknown
the world, and I asked myself, what images she goes
died? How do I know if the black gūzmu
goes just pitiful worries - a tea
be prepared for cattle to be carried to the well -
or sleep fly slave soul, or memory surges awakened, man dies in all its glory. . .
I did not know what part of the world disintegrated
man, disintegrated the mind and body, which gradually returned to the darkness and the earth.
[ ]
Freedom is bitter: first of all, it reveals how much his lack of ties with the world.
He was missing between human attitudes
weight of the braid process, lack of tears, good-bye,
critique of fun - everything that a man with
every subtle movement or gentle eats away.
[ ]
horizon against which the rushing towards planet, extinguished one after another - the insects lose their color,
captured the dough into the trap of the palm. However, the TOC in the
these horizons tended, nevadīja illusion game. We nepievīlāmies, traukdamies after discovery. Like not fail \"Thousand and
One Nights\' Sultan, who drove the foot so intangible benefits, that beautiful prisoner to another
after another died away in his hands, the fingers just
sense of touch lost their wings
Gold.
[ ]
I am a man who rakņājas ashes, -
a man who has gone out trying to find a fireplace
life aglow coal.
Saritinājies ball, gulēšu until dawn. I am happy that I can fall asleep. Fatigue
wrapped me in the presence of so many. I am not
one in the desert, my slumber is full of votes,
memory and confession whisper. Thirst still do not feel I have a good night\'s sleep I let the affair.
Truth is found in front of a dream.
[ ]
Since then, drank the dregs of tin scoop, drain the last drop, I
started to slide down the slope. What can I do if
Time swept me away like a river?
[ ]
I can not watch with folded hands
Wipe! Every moment of silence in the death of them, which I
love.
[ ]
extremely vital to be sure that
everything is simple. Just to be born. And just have to grow. And just have to die beyond thirst.
[ ]
My thought was reasonable, without
emotion. Emotion can only be brought
our attitude towards other people, our
failed to encourage those who are responsible for.
[ ]
World, by whose laws we live, we remain neuzminama while you
do not become at the prisoners. Just today I
understand the meaning of a convict and a cigarette
a glass of rum.
[ ]
The human body can not withstand three
days without water. I never thought that
I am the source of the prisoner. I did not mind
so that limited our freedom of movement.
Generally believe that a man can go where they want.
Believes that the person is free. And do not see the rope,
him at the well wall, rope, similar to the umbilical
link linking him to the heart of the earth. If he is taking
one extra step, he must die.
[ ]
Hope puff hit me like a
a light breeze of the sea.
[ ]
I can not find anything inside, only
a heart drought. Soon, I agree with, unaware of despair. Do not feel sad even. Sorry -
I seem sad and sweet water. Sometimes
people have the same compassion towards yourself and
he pity himself as a friend.
[ ]
generally believed that a person can go where they want.
Believes that the person is free. And do not see the rope,
him at the well wall, rope, similar to the umbilical
link linking him to the heart of the earth. If he is taking
one extra step, he must die.
[ ]
drive, cant, I feel the suffering of another busy city is a treasure. Girls first
Love in the evening becoming acquainted with grief and crying. Sadness is associated with the life of three.
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