Inside and Up | Умирая, сжимал в руке самое дорогое: флейту и запас дров
I am sitting in the evening at the seaside and listen the waves. Alone. Seaside of the big city and nobody, do you understand?
And suddenly — a man on the bicycle. Set in few meters and looked in the sea too. Just looked and looked. And than drive away.
I wanted come and hug him, honestly. Just come and hug, with no words, and go away. Because — on bicycle. on the seaside. To sit a little on the cost. No more. And there is nothing more, you now?)
And suddenly — a man on the bicycle. Set in few meters and looked in the sea too. Just looked and looked. And than drive away.
I wanted come and hug him, honestly. Just come and hug, with no words, and go away. Because — on bicycle. on the seaside. To sit a little on the cost. No more. And there is nothing more, you now?)
Я была у Арчета, он читал стихи. Я...блин, у меня до сих пор нет слов.
Я написала следующее про Фонарщика.
А еще я внезапно очень скучаю)
(как же я соскучился по Балтике. и не по Финнскому заливу, а по морю...)
I wrote. It's really good.
Suddenly I'm missing to, what's happening?))
Heavy Rain, I decided, that, till I'm in Tallin, every sunset I want to see at the seaside. Such great opportunity)
Астерия Старлинг, Oh, yes.