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I begin to look at the world from a bird's eye view.

• You can live without a car, without alcohol, too, but how can you say Live without women?

I will rather cling to your lips and cover with my wing.

Ravik forgot about Joan. He forgot about himself... He devoted himself entirely to the bright day - the triad of the sun, sea and earth, which transformed the entire coast into a flourishing land, while somewhere high mountain paths still lay under the snow.

Spring and autumn are the time of hidden hopes!

Spring is the gap between winter and summer, it is not self-sufficient.

March day.

Spring

Spring

- Here's another winter off your shoulders.

Spring... Beautiful, light, transparent. Spring... In the city, in the soul, in hopes. Let her every day be light and smooth, warm, like a ray of spring sun, playing with freely flowing hair and running across them with her spring smile. Let there be a mysterious note of magic and warmth, tenderness and multi-colored laughter in it. Let its new melody fill your eyes with its warm reflections, reflecting in cascades of flowers in the heart.

... The light poured, streamed and fell at her feet, around which multi-colored butterflies circled ... laughing, they tickled her ankles, covering every millimeter of her skin with air kisses ... exactly the same fluttered in the lower abdomen ... and above, where the sun intertwines, clinging to the ribs, caressing the soul... what was it?... it seems... (no, no doubt) it was her... Spring... she silently looked into the darkness , but she saw the light... so tangible that, even if she closed her eyes, it could not be confused with anything... warm, soft and at the same time rough, spring-like light... it was her Light.. .

Spring... the time of the year, which always delights a sensitive heart, excites a restless mind, and turns your whole worldview upside down. And you don’t care how old you are, you just walk down the street and smile with a sincere childish smile to everyone and everything. And you even want to run hopping behind the clouds, exposing your face to the spring wind, then buy a huge armful of early tulips and give them to all the people you meet, igniting in their souls a warm hope for something infinitely bright, pure and kind ... Happiness is in each of your breath, in every step, hand movement, in every lived moment of this crazy wonderful LIFE.

Spring is when the windows are wide open, even at night, when you jump up at 6 in the morning and run to meet the dawn, when you want to be tender, feminine and beautiful, arrange tulips throughout the house and lay a white tablecloth for breakfast, hang floral curtains, and let the wind casually fingered them, and sunbeams jumped on the walls, put on a pale pink dress with beautiful sandals and wait for her to come - blooming, light, tender, turn your head and fill the air with a delicate aroma of romance.