I very much love a cocktail Tequila Sunrise. Transition from soft and fluffy taste of juice in the top layer, to rigidity of tequila in bottom, reminds me our life. Very often I would like to tell something here. The thought comes unexpectedly as the easy May breeze, but leaves it already as in autumn. Thought as the yellow leaf, escapes, picked up by a wind. All attempts to keep it to keep on a branch of the memory turn around anything: the thought departs, and the more strongly the wind, the flies a leaf further, vanishing in a past fog... Including the computer, catching of on thought that is similar to a sad maple in the November morning: only naked black trunk of absolutely empty consciousness, everything that excited has left in the autumn of my memory in the afternoon. Pushkin that wrote down all thoughts on napkins correctly did:) One person, my kind, let and the recent acquaintance, all lately gave me improbable emotions. After our meetings I simply flied, let low-low, clinging wings a water surface, but nevertheless flied. And today could not leave on рулежную a path at all... What is it? I do not know, but, nevertheless, I have written here many any thoughts... Well, well-well, it is a lot of thoughts)) and so, it is worthy of it not to fly! After all, we do not fly, it only fiction of our heart, and thought - a life synonym! And a life, as it is known, an interesting and remarkable piece. Hence, think is more often, my dear!)))
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