Book: My favorite sputnik. Page 1

And I thought that freedom, it turns out, is just peace and tranquility.

We met, we talked for hours. About anything. Never got tired of each other - we couldn't get enough. What are the only topics we may discuss books, peace, nature, words... In our meetings-the talk was so much warmth and togetherness, how much did not dream of other lovers.

I do like this character: ask me in the forehead about something - I'm usually honest and lay out everything as it is.

Texts Sumire suffered certain shortcomings, but they felt amazing freshness and read the author's desire right to the end to speak frankly about how important that was in my soul.

I did not accept at face value everything that I said. My soul could drown from the feelings to this world, but they were only books and music. What can I say - I was a lonely man.

Man is so constituted: if you shoot him, blood.

Every story has its time when you just have to tell it. If a person does this, he dooms his soul to ensure that she remained associated with the secret forever.

In any situation, you just need to listen to what is around you - without prejudice, sincerely, and to keep the soul and mind wide open.

I closed my eyes, listened to the silence and began to think about the descendants of that first "Sputnik", which continued to move across the sky, associated with single bonds - force of attraction. Lonely metal souls, they freely cut through the darkness of space, accidently meet each other, pass by and leave forever. No greetings, no promises for the future.

This woman loves Sumire. But don't feel to it no sexual desire. Sumire loves this woman and wants her. I love Sumire and I'm attracted to her. I like Sumire, but she doesn't like and doesn't want me. I experience sexual attraction to one woman - the name is not important. But I don't like it. All so confusing, what looks like some egzistencijalisticka play. A bunch of dead ends, nobody can get out. Should be alternatives, but they are not. And Sumire alone leaves the stage.

So nice and easy to criticize the mistakes of others, even strangers, man.

Someone said, "Better not to explain what can be explained by a single book."

In any case, the most useful, in the end, it turns out what you've been, what I paid for my own money. Not a ready knowledge taken from books.

What all this - this "beauty", what is its value? - always wondered Sumire. However, no one could really answer this question. One thing is clear: there is beauty in something that affects people.