воскресенье, 05 июня 2011
My friend... This is person that understand me. He can be wise or fool but he must be understanding me.
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Someone who understands me
And knows me inside out.
Helps keep me together
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain
Someone to tell it to.
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These words are right. I can't say anything more. I think, best fiends must not much. If you meet with such a man that you are happy. Am I beliving those words? Yes, of cours. I sure that its is right.
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If I had only one friend left
I'd want it to be you.
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OK, I speak very much. I like speaking... sometimes
A cat went in my room. Kit, go away! You disturb me. Not now! I think better to have one best friend that many familiar call oneself so. It's simple things but it is right.
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Someone who understands me
And knows me inside out.
Helps keep me together
And believes without a doubt,
That I could move a mountain
Someone to tell it to.
***
These words are right. I can't say anything more. I think, best fiends must not much. If you meet with such a man that you are happy. Am I beliving those words? Yes, of cours. I sure that its is right.
***
If I had only one friend left
I'd want it to be you.
***
OK, I speak very much. I like speaking... sometimes
A cat went in my room. Kit, go away! You disturb me. Not now! I think better to have one best friend that many familiar call oneself so. It's simple things but it is right.
Our souls are floating on a cloud and are watching our world. What do they see? Do they see green fields and beautiful houses or sorrow and tears? Do they want to be born in this world? Someone wants to lives, but another prays: “O Lord! Why did you give me this life completing of tears and sorrow?” We all come in this world. We live and ask Lord sometimes: “Why?! Why do you give me these sufferings?! Other people ask nothing because they are happy. We look at clouds and pray and to question to Lord, but we don’t hear him. We don’t hear answers... And we look and don’t see, we listen and don’t hear... World is complicated and easy at the one time. We can’t know everything, but we can understand something. We can feel burn hearts other persons... I hope, we can feel. We cry when we haven’t loved person and feel loneliness... But we forget about world around us. Souls of our friends and darling people look at us and don’t understand ours complains. What can they see? Souls are floating on a cloud and watching our world like theatrical performance...
My diary... I like to write story. I'll be write these in diary. What do I like? Many things is my favorite. It's rain, music, fantasy... I'll be speak about my favorite things...