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Вот ) подумал о том что бы написать третие безответное письмо. Сегодня в Ташкенте первый снег и поэтому опять настроение епистолярное. Надеюсь тебя еще не успели достать мои мелкие опусы.
Сел с тем что бы написать письмо.
Memories of those calm chill summer nights, wasting time and life away with you in an endless drive to nowhere. No responsibilities.
On every living thing, eventually grows mould You were so beautiful back in the day Before you started doing what you were told Before you tasted the power And before you gave up fighting it I...
It was nearly one hundred years ago - almost ancient history to some. So what is it about the twentieth century that makes it hold so much allure. Perhaps it's the music.
vanished friend Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone.
Vi började lite trevande med socker men kom snart fram till att det inte var något för oss. Året var 1993 och jag var 17 år. Det var inte kärlek vid första smutten, det var doften.. Aromen.
"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite"-Perks of being a Wallflower Someday, I would like to be able to say this about a teenage love story that's yet to come to me.
Remember when we were thirteen and afraid, spending days curious of the way our minds ticked, nervous kissing in movie theatres and early curfews before the danger in darkness had yet to swallow us...
Nothing beats the feeling of holding a book full of your own work, freshly finished. Be it a sketchbook, a notebook, a diary, a manuscript or even a workbook.
Me a child,young,my sister not yet born Taids house and Noson Lawen A winters fire candles and black oak Nans best china and pressed white tablecloth home cured ham,bara brith,tea ,and later beer.
Maybe for those of us without a home to point to, nomads, we use music. It anchors us the way a home town would.
I wish the world worked like a radio. Cos when there were wars you could press stop so all wars could end. If you regret something from the past you could click rewind and say what you really meant.
It's allright thinking That your the only one The special someone The plastic screams But don't keep waiting For the man of dreams Coz you've gotta remember That it's all just a movie.
There's a note underneath your front door, that I wrote 20 years ago. Yellow paper and a faded picture, and a secret, in an envelope. There's no reasons, no excuses, no second hand alibis.
I'm not quite sure how to describe it, so I'll just call it a habit. I can't remember how it started but I also don't seem to be able to stop it.
Nothing more then strangers. Passing in the street. A fleeting memory passing by. Trying to remember if we ever did met. The outside looks the same,. The features imprinted in your mind.
I miss you lots and lots and lots. I remember how you used to call me pretty and tell me stories of your wild childhood. If only you could tell me those stories now.
Let's date back a few years, to a time post-PS3 and even PS2, to where a game with a storyline that you can immerse yourself in was the one you talked about with your friends in the playground.
I miss my youth, everyday I could go out to the playground and play sand. I don't have to worry about cleanness or bacteria, I just simply play along until I am fulfilled.
It's sad to realize that a three year friendship has come to an end. All you can do is hope that they will come back for you. But you have to realize that it's over.
Simple things remind me Of all we had Like movies And music Certain things remind me most Like cupcakes And cuddling Somtimes I look up At the stars And think of you Because that's somthing We...
Goodbye, goodbye, good friends, goodbye. Cause now it's time to go. But, hey, I say, well, that's OK. Cause we'll see you very soon, I know. Very soon, I know. Goodbye, goodbye, good friends, goodbye.
A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile, And i knew if i had my chance, That i could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while.