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Along the ravine trail winds its way,
Runs into a thicket of the forest.
As if laughing at me:
Catch me playboy!
We often play with her,
The trail runs off into the thicket,
I run after her with excitement,
Catch up, overtake...
Birds are everywhere, and pine trees
Squirrels jump forest.
They are very interesting, -
Who treads the path back?

- Like landscapes?
- In General, Yes. Them with less fuss than with portraits. The tree does not complain that it was poorly drawn.

Kigali when the sun sets, it is impossible not to admire the beauty of the world. The rapid flight of birds as a subtle heavenly embroidery. Blowing a soft fresh breeze. The streets turn into a long live tape - colorful, flowing lazily, like ant chains, strings of people, slowly climbing your hills from the city centre. Everywhere the smoke of the braziers. Each curl, looming in the sky, talks about his focus. Thousands of laughing children running through the streets, kicking deflated balls, roll old tires. Kigali when the sun goes down, and you sit on one of the hills that surround the city, and your soul is still able at least to feel something, then you can only stop and admire.

It's true harmony! What beats no painting, no music, what poetry this one to try to tell. That's what can utility any trouble, call the delight! When I look at a night like this, I feel like in the world there is no evil, no sorrow, certainly, and both will be less if often to listen to the greatness of nature, and contemplating this kind, people will often not worry about yourself.

Whether a person's landscape? Landscape just fine without humans, but in some sense does not exist without it. Gets whether the ocean shore or the edge of the forest of your being in the moment when you receive the delighted observer of a tide, rain, clouds move?

- Listen to these verses on the air, trembling after ottonelli bells, and wonder if there is anything to talk about? The bells stopped ringing... Maybe about the life "beyond" do not say it is because it is only emptiness, which nothing to say?
- Pauline, we have a different incarnation, but the soul and body. If the disease in the body, and the soul of its tormented, that can not be and force.

The sun disappeared over the horizon, but you are going to rest, and the moon was like a snow owl. Over the city only an hour soared slumbering giant bird, which name is twilight.

The midday sun parted the foliage and curiously poked ray in lying under the tree, the body.

The sunsets over the ocean - a sight absolutely mesmerizing. Today calm and the sunset looks like in the mirror decided to drown red orange.

Greenish in Arctic sky there was not a single cloud, as a single thought.

The landscape that sees a person, usually a reflection of the world that lurks in his soul.

The landscape that you see from a height, is a wonderful thing. Even simple fields look great. This kind of creates a bond between you and the world.

A beautiful landscape does not have to be generous to the man.

I want to balance the landscape of some serious violence.