хрустальный феникс
i seem to be having a quiet rebellion in the back of my head.
i just do what i suddenly think of doing.
and, after reading so much about Orkney, i now accidentally want to live there.
where it's so quiet and people wear warm clothes.
i don't really like the heat.
the warm sun and nice warm wind in the summer is quite enough.
yes, i am an old man in my seventeen's.
an old romantic geezer who insists on North.
and the previous post was apms, actually. i realized that ten minutes later.
i just do what i suddenly think of doing.
and, after reading so much about Orkney, i now accidentally want to live there.
where it's so quiet and people wear warm clothes.
i don't really like the heat.
the warm sun and nice warm wind in the summer is quite enough.
yes, i am an old man in my seventeen's.
an old romantic geezer who insists on North.
and the previous post was a
Улицы рассыпались по заснеженным полям, где когда-то никто, ни один человек не дышал, теперь волосы ветров заплелись в косы по вине городов. Город заносит сомнениями, одиночеством, страхом и непониманием.