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Lisa

You move, you're looking for me to look up. My love - your every move charmed.
And now
As you sit - so beautiful, so dignified. A work of art, a piece of perfection, I think, but what a hackneyed adjective.
Regardless, you heard me not to me - you never hear. Why can not you be angry? Since you are sitting
, wrapped in fur, in your own rods. Listening - but still. Do you then do it all so different - is not so arrogant. Since you
gaze at me - and I can not move my eyes. You think you something your Eyes say something - but I do not understand. Next to you I'm feeling of insight, even dumber, I read think normally is.
I see you - so beautiful, so delicate - I could love you no less than love. But I can not - i have to think the other two, to ell the other: Because you're a street cat. As they go

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meaning the days. A little like rain: I like rain, but if it would stop that! Since then, they go
, the days would have to be something done on each, and nothing was done.
At each there was this bad mood - God, how banal! - Bad mood, instead of mourning. Condescension, no compassion, jealousy - and it could still be concern. In short: life - rather than loving.
But is that so? Is life like that?
Or should it be so?

It seems so. It seems so, for how, how can it be otherwise? Whenever open the gates of solitude, when the melody stops when the sun rises, it is inexorable, inevitable: the bad mood - oh, unbearably banal, the condescension, jealousy, envy, hardness - the memory of the pain.
If you are alone, lonely, one makes any mistakes, not a eiziger leads from path starting from, the way that you put back and forth all the way to their own purposes.
Yes, it seems to be so, one is doomed to hurt. And to feel it, because there is unfortunately also a conscience.
But we still want to fight for love's sake, he is done for love's sake, that there is love. The true love that endures all the truth speaks
; - Love is like a ray of light.

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by the love of friendship we

One can but yearn for something beautiful?
Although all are highly objective, realistic - all relativists, but at least dream of one will definitely be allowed yet.

So I want to dream: from the friendship.
from such a, that is always there - always.

An ode to friendship I will speak:
Is there anything more beautiful than the friendship? can
Is there something of a friendship match in youth?
You share everything you have, are food and drink, loved ones and all the life that you imagine added. The future, colored or gray, - because it eats together better.
A youth friendship is something so wonderful that one, sooner or later, you must write down their story. And one evening, probably after the kids are in bed, they will be together and talk about it. Was that so? And What was it like when? Have not we? And then I'll ask: What do you think it has paid off - in spite of jealousy, despite the persistence? And: "Was that really - well, I go to you, very striking - like a chain," we smile because we know each other. But even more: "How Chains? ? - Was it so I can single chain up "and should affirm the friend, I'll have to have a bad conscience, but I'll smile: Both of us, we were not on us as easy to place in chains. It's saying something.