summer [Theme] Page 32

The morning was quiet, the city is shrouded in darkness, basking peacefully in bed.
Summer came, and the wind was a summer - warm breath of the world, unhurried and lazy. One only has to stand up, lean out the window, and immediately understand: here it begins, true freedom and life, here it is, the first morning of summer.

Half a bottle of rum, two pistols,
Bag change of clothes - and you're done.
Here is what our summer.
Nothing is sacred.
No, I'm against the armed bullying.
Just gun the words clarity and vesce.
I'm twenty-five, my name is Fox, I'm a gangster.
I tell people the simple things -
Like, here's mine. And this is mine. This.
The voice is confident, Mature.
And it is beautiful, our summer.
When we die, stay in it, perhaps.

The sun pulls his arms towards me.
I Wake up under cheerful sounds.
I Wake up to the sweet sounds of SKA!
Room hot, I am thirsty.
In the fridge beer, pour a mug
And again somewhere to go longing.
And then you know
What winter dreamt about it
The sounds of a saxophone spilled home
In the window knocked the summer.

Three months in a row I feel good out of situations. Summer. June, July, August. That would not have happened, it becomes easier and easier as soon as I remember what the date is today. . Summer. Worship the fly.

when I was released,
I'm just gonna run in there
where eternal summer.

There, on the beach, where melting summer
It seemed after forever it all...

So make a note: house is here, summer will be this man - love.

Just a cool summer day
And the sun is shining.
You went to College -
You're happier than ever.
Drunk I'm sitting across from -
Smile from ear to ear.

Here and there lay the corpses, puddles of blood stood on the pavement. I remember a white moth, flitting in the street. Summer is still summer.

Eternal summer draw children. I don't want to be big!..

Summer is when I'm setting the alarm for 3 nights, that would not forget today to go finally sleep:)

There is something beautiful in summer,
And summer is beautiful in us.

- Well, what is it? We're gonna be late!
Yes. But if we do not hear the first nightingales, we'll be late for the summer!

It's from winter clothing, flashed in my head. Summer will be easier. Summer is always easier. But by the summer should something change, or I you won't see summer.