Публикувано от alfa_c на 15.02.2011 @ 23:01:46 (503 четения) автор: Lidda
They grit their teeth and moan as only men can do
It`s not despair,it is love for their One
They`ll build a house,a block,a thing or two
We`ll have a roof,at their mercy,as we want
Публикувано от alfa_c на 03.02.2011 @ 07:30:09 (724 четения) автор: osi4kata
I’m looking for a dealer – trading with dreams.
I’m paying in cash straight away...
It doesn’t matter how much it will cost me
I want to purchase at any price.
This road was one lonely sad dusty gloomy deserted winding path. It was covered with small pebbles, every pebble singing its own song, own story.
One of the pebbles, orange it was, was whispering words, words running forming a story.
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