Тhe eyes are fascinatingly beautiful, with this gaze of a boy in love, there my eyes were reflected ... happy, as long as I had you next to me and my heart. Eyes ... with flamboyant play, they lit up countless

White - Blank, gray and sad. A flash and instant yellow. Green and fresh, brown, but dry. Far, sad and desolate. Black, deep, painfully wise. Colorful but ephemeral. Variable and somewhat contrasting.

You're incredible - did not I tell you?! In you and the sun I saw, the sky and the stars, moon and dawn. From the happiness you give me, my tears are already drying up. For a brief moment, you my world

On a distant night, when moons were exchanging, and stars were missing from the sky, some eyes drew under their eyelids. Whether the sleeping door opens itself or the door, the entrance door, wants someone

Born of her own desire, full of life, life and dream or imitation of the flash. True to yourself, its borders touch, in the present lives, the future wants. Pain and suffering is there love, voluntary

I'm fantasy. So do you. We can with a kiss to change it. We can with a hug to finish in your hearts with a thrill - will survive! I am a desire. You are a request. I'm hopeful and hopelessness. With the

Captivated by vanity, the paths you climb ... to the top. And there, above, flooded in light your target, your target is easy for envy.

'Do not close your eyes'! I cried out in mad ignorance. "Look at me again!" - I swore to you. Did you hear, smiled - I did not understand. Only slowly cooled down my hand. Where are angels in

As the first husband of sadness - abandoned in front of the altar of winter, I do not want to remember the summer, where I met, I met and I kissed. The orange of the sun intertwined our fingers in our

The naked soul is like the naked woman. Beautiful and defenseless. Target.

remained a landscape one - woman to shine as marigold with the breath of intimate cinnamon cross leg - drink sipping ... unbeaten one snoring and two or three are sweating ...

Steve Wozniak may not want to worry too much about the ups and downs of the market but has shown talent to sell at the right time. The Apple co-founder recently spoke at the Nordic Business Forum in Stockholm,

The window is impossible white and the sun, weary of the heavens, staring at your knees through him. Going west, it vanished with the last ray they stroked them without sacrifice ... Tranquil, shriveled

In his red- sunset the sunset - despise in misunderstanding and empathy. It dries in severe fatigue of the burden of joy and sorrow, from glances and touching gentle, by strikes under the belt and elbowing.

You smile gently ... light overflows as an asterisk in pink heights. You warm your heart when you turn with a loving look in the black eyes. Hair relaxing ... silky rain rains, blossom rose in my poor

January ... Outside ... The snow rains and the white smells. In the room are you and me, and everything in me crazy desires you. I feel you ... your breath is so gentle. Your hands are a flame ... How

Believe and boldly go ahead, do not bow down to anyone. Did you learn to look up? Truth is born in space. Perform the Will of the Higher Power, visible and invisible world created. Guide your mind and

The city is a cactus with prickly thorns, his lonely blood appears in the pale faces - impersonal, lousy and devoid of souls ... under the sun - fraudulent shadows of the night. In the laces of his streets

Shattered houses are shaken. Their eyes pierced, pricked. Their perennials, old, speckled. Their souls stolen, lost. The knees have already fallen. With belts of stones faded. With silos empty, no one

Dawn incomprehensible evil - without bird song and without butterflies, the night fog pierced and with the cloudy light the city awakened ... A whip of nerves whistled with coffee sipping - chase the day,