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It's easy to cry when you see nothing, surrounded by the warmth of a stranger, when you realize: whatever you have achieved in this life, sooner or later it will become dust.

Happiness is when you live by itself, without changing anything, and the other as well - next. And then you get to sleep in the same bed, and there are also warm and cozy. And you turn back to him, to your neck with your head and puffed drowsily. And the other hand you on top of it is from storms, earthquakes, falling meteorites, and you can sleep.

So many users of warmth from the cold and a tooth for a tooth.

To love no need for words, enough heat.

You know, it can and should be - keep the warmth of the soul, not the blind obmanyval the December sun. Let inside will always be warmer than the outside.

That time was, I remember: it seemed the world is huge,
And those who have now become strangers, remembered with warmth to me.

Fingertips the warmth of your I remember.

The day was Sunny and windy, a day when you can go to the corner of the house, to hide from the wind, pressing my back to the bare sun-baked wall and feel with all my heart the joy of the arrival of spring and warmth... to Stand, squinting and smiling.

Will do.... and drown in soft colors, wrapping themselves in the warm rays of the sun.

Words - water,
They can not be warm in his heart like pieces of ice.

... But I vaguely felt that she wanted to win something unknown to me and that it was done at that moment. Water appeared before her in the role of fate, question and answer, and she had to overcome what stood in front of her. Does every one, and the most that can make the other, to be there just in case when you need a little heat.

September is coffee with cinnamon, maple leaves, multi-colored, as part of a child's drawing, warm, tender buns with vanilla and a subtle smell of smoke..

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.

Sucks when the only thing that can give you warm - this blanket