It's summer, hot summer bakes us everywhere! Inside the desired gutter they tear soul to small, Outdoors Bake Us Fire-Sun - society puts us in a furnace ... we're not at all joking ... with grief we catch

Whether I'm still a nice girl, your eyes will say, I know, but believe me, I love you endlessly in this confused tricky world. Your hand was in the midst of storms, smile waiting in the rain, for the other

A dagger darting to me came over, right in my eyes looked at me, then your song bell sing, angelic, as if not an earthquake. He hurled me, he hurled, ran with wings, even dance dancing. What? It was in

I have lost faith in the good, that evil is already taking a peak. I also lost faith in the horo- players are breathless. I have already lost hope for tomorrow's white days. And time is still misleading

Because of this photo from this photo session, today and this girl we got a lot of lakes, but we also got a lot of mumble and clean hedge of '' coripes '' in photography. It was half-naked, the pictures

When the sun on the horizon descends and slowly, with the ground, saying goodbye, and the sunset draws a golden shirt, in your thoughts again you invade. I kiss the glaring sun, this day of the calendar

The fiery fire of love is an ice cream with a sensual spark! The lipstick on my lips is a tsunami with art rays! Dolphins dance dancing! Hats flee with grace! The honey clouds are laced of Time dove and

I get you down! My hands are dancing on your body - white light, and the lips kiss or kiss your warmest creases in the flesh ... My tongue seeks and finds you, you respond with a tornado of longing, and

You come with every beginning the colorful summer. With the cricket song. And with a smile you draw a cup of coffee inexperienced. You come with the sea foam and always, always so in love, that you touch

WALKING RIGHTS, SUMMER TIME, HOW LIKE TO LIVE, GOD? THIS MY, ONSI LOVE, THIRD KRAE, WHO CAN CAN. WEATHER-VIKNACHME, IS OUR BEFORE 30 YEARS. BUT TURNED OUT, THAT IS OF APACHE, AND NOT ON THE BULGARIAN-

The glow of lightning love nourishes our fantasy and our desires are great in shadows lit by radiance! Far from the marsh of mad toads, away from hunger, scaly carp we are opposed to wildlife with a great

I was sorry, I was walking, I met dark and colorful paintings, I wrote poems, miscellaneous, of fear, I was tired of my rhymes ... I'm sorry for the summer, and the sun - it burns me, I'm used to this

There is no twilight. This is a fiction of loving artists. The pavements on the sidewalk are sleepless, remaining from the demolition of the houses. Street lamps are triumph of forgotten hats. Not now.

Thought you embrace me, but I wish to be with you now, an element of tenderness in your room playing with your hair ... To be there, and to be with me floating on the moon only, in captivity of happiness

"She's a dangerous woman, believe me!" I've had a great deal in my life - and it does not ... Windy for the day, you are right now. They laugh, they push in you and they stare at you. They are

I get you down! My hands are dancing on your body - white light, and the lips kiss or kiss your warmest creases in the flesh ... My tongue seeks and finds you, you respond with a tornado of longing, and

I'm tired of loud phrases and posts that teach us how to live to find ourselves, tired of melodrams and parables, tired of appealing to be better, tired of happiness recipes, tired of someone to me point

In front of me I see the whole world ... A beautiful vastness ... I touch the sun, its rays sparkle and enlighten our youth ... In front of me I see endless sea, I touch him even the sky ... And I feel

Tenderness expires. Love is in a cage caught ... The scream of bird- a lust for love. Nothing does not stay in the palms .... Sand between fingers ...