уторак, 17. март 2015.

"Slomismo are seeking happiness ... And she often there just is not feel because of the sheer, seamless, simple, quiet ... Put the book down, pour coffee, fudge out of my head ... and there you luck!"

Before you start looking for happiness, check - maybe you're already happy.Happiness is small, ordinary and intangible many neumeju to see it.

And you? You were always there for me when 'it was difficult. You cried with me, did everything to make me laugh, that would help overcome all the turbulent days that brought me life. Night after night I would be comforted, saying that this was just another bad period, another storm will pass and you will get it after the sun, not to worry.You're right, dear. You were and you will remain my only sun, my guardian angel. Only your gentle voice that was like the sound of the first spring knew how to calm me what is within me burning like fire. Every time after that I realized that're the first one, which is my name go ...What about me? Although I knew it, I knew that you cry, to raise the tone of you and to be rude, angry, jealous of your shadow. Without the need. How many times have you cried and begged me to calm down, and I broke everything in sight, broke everything, and your heart. Suffer me, suffer for days.One day not you answer, I asked you to places where I was sure I'd find you ...I thought of how our Ljubana story ended. I called you on the phone, it's his machine, he says, you're unavailable. I have, since that day you were unavailable to me, you left without a word.So, from that day on, I was rude and again raise the tone ... but to yourself. I sent her this and from that day I curse myself.Now you're probably place else happy. He's gentle and nice, the kind I'm not. You probably every day gives only 'picked lilacs, that you loved, and whose intoxicating scent. Like me smell your hair.A menu? Remaining curse that will carry the soul of the whole of life and the smell of a tavern full of smoke and a rogue like me ... I remain just a taste of pain and alcohol that I drink every night ...And I knew only that I drink the dew of your lips, ripe strawberries.
"What a luxury to be able to hug you?"
"Honey, take care of yourself, and Lucifer was once an angel."