Titanime, Youngleafs, Postyourgirls: Gorgeous

Once again fell on the city overnight. I am sad without you again. I dial your number and waiting, hoping to hear your voice on the telephone tube. No apparatus sympathetic to report that you do not have homes. Why? Why, when you most need me, I can not catch you? Thoughts rush again in the brain as the ghazal on savannah ... Or, as a lion for the gazelle
If the lion catches the gazelle ... And who is a lion, indeed? Lew - a large cat with a big shaggy sand-and-yellow Angel. His ability to hunt brings him food ... And it hides revenue poachers, with each season to improve the technical arms of catching these wonderful creatures
Homeland lions - savannah. Leo goes on the savannah in search of a new, yet no one tagged territory. In addition, he looks at the availability of the monitored him squares food competitors and females
O lions can talk a lot but we live in the city. In the dusty town atmosphere. In the city where we were born, grew up, met each other, talking and
What prompted you to the last step, which for both of us is waiting only friendly communication? I am sure that you continue to do so upreknesh ourselves that passed this threshold. I can reproach ourselves that so easily decided to release you, pushing deep into their sense of themselves, obezlichiv its main receptors ... Now it sleeps. Waiting in the wings. But every time I see a pretty girl, she, like transformer becomes you. It becomes similar to your growth, hair color and length, shape your wonderful (albeit dictatorial) person ... I poryvayus go to it, call it by name, but ... This is not you. My body, as radar, defines you, I for unknown data, but these data are unique. No one except you will not be able to influence this radar as you, even if it will be something similar to you.
Who will be able to tell us about our happiness? How it will be. Who will be the sole, which is designed specifically for you. Ta, which is an eclipse all past and the future will show in return receive the same from you. It will be a boom like thunder. Suddenly, a long and turbulent. Her company will harbour, which we both will come back every night, which will hold and the nights, perezhidat storms, storms or hardship. In which we will be able to get answers to such simple, yet so difficult questions: "What is Love", "Why do we live in the world" ... We will find the answers communicating with one another without the aid of words, even without the help of gestures, some lips that as a string of tight between us will broadcast all of the words that we want to make, asking not mind, and ask your heart, which will beat in unison with it , responding to our questions
Meanwhile on the street overnight. Lanterns not burn. I remember distant time when no light bulb was invented, and the way in the dark night covered the moon ... I remember you and Moose. Why it was not you?