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In the soul of every girl lives a whore, bitch and a little girl. Of course, in the presence of the soul. It is necessary to be careful. It is like a desire. Desire - the danger, they come true and make you regret it. Soul thinner - she lost her take met and counter. And it can be sold.

I always leave one foot out, love the cold, and its boundaries with warmth. And he always covers the leg. We have no understanding.

We are not gods, although often perceived themselves.

Sometimes scared to close my eyes suddenly re-opened his eyes, we renounce valid. The world will be different, black and white, for example, we'll just Wake up from a terrible NAP - and here's the reality. Happens docked. And then global inconsistencies. And I'll go mad from the truth or tenderness. But yet, from an irresistible desire.

We have too much to talk, discuss, argue, since, as the abolition of censorship, we pound water in a mortar. Infinitely dreary, all the more cynical. Because of this, and go crazy. From words and assumptions.

Somewhere between the formality goes a-haunting love, strong-willed, obsessive, muscular and very selective people. I don't know her.

Moscow - city public, where casual sex is the usual constancy of things. Lust is everywhere - the girl, lick the mayonnaise with the French hot dog, a man who is cold and cruel Smoking a cigarette in a sports convertible, the couple who unashamedly pushes his hands through the fly, sitting on one of the benches of the Nikitsky Boulevard.

Does sex relationship, and the relationship and sex? Everything is so strange, not clear and not understood. But wildly fascinating.

Life is forever, death is only a moment!

- Are you man or demon?
- I? - Player!

And the stars are full of tears unanswered
Like dogs and homeless people, all silently waiting for dawn!
Fly to me Raven wounded,
Warm me with his wing!
I will wait for you at the edge of the sky,
To die with you together....

Yes, she's gone like the rainbow that shined yesterday
But now she's home beside me and I'd like her here to stay
She's a lone forsaken beauty and it's don't trust anyone
I wish I was beside her but I'm not there, I'm gone
Yes, she gone like the rainbow that was shining yesterday,
But now she's home beside me, and I wish she was staying here,
She is a lonely, forgotten beauty, and it's not trust anyone,
I'd like to be there for her, but I'm not there, I no longer have.

And who is fate and who share
We'll see about that!
Ah, so fight fight!
And the dog is lying - the wind carries,
Grief roofing felts of anger?
That would be wasting brehat...

Excessive passion brings two people no glory, no satisfaction, no happiness. After all, it is not as versatile as love. Passion is something different, sometimes more powerful, more wild, primitive and at the same time bright. At times it makes the blood boil and gets worse than the bubbles of pink champagne evila. The only problem is that when this feeling someone from the two passes, the skin is just salt, sand, ash, Yes.