| I the madman... |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|11:19 am] |
Today there was a beautiful evening! The Greater moon drew in the sky of a path for small stars. The wind played with clouds... Your eyes... In them the sky is reflected. It is not necessary that from this sky there was a rain. I have not taken with myself a umbrella. I do not wish to get wet.
Мне сказали, что я поэт. Я - растаял... Я растекся по креслу, как капля дождя по стеклу...
Я влюблён, господа! Боже, как я влюблён!!!
I am happy!!! |
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