our feelings in the memory of the rivers

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evening,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the cold wind window, stole into the gap, lifted the thin drapery. Out the window, cold wind is still cold, people thought of you from the ditch.

I think of you, you will think of me? Perhaps unlikely ... ...

subtle longing, aching heart slightly, seems to be every day of my compulsory.

I asked myself, now I still love you? In exconvert for silence is silenced, and only the wind blowing in my ears ... ...

think of last night, I saw your phone line, I was suddenly a kind of wonderful feeling, I do not know foreshadowed What ... ...

suddenly beating your head at that moment I felt a eccentric sense of pleasure, is a startle, an accident?

boiling and chilly climate, a handful of few words,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sometimes in silence, I began to feel a little bit of confusion ... ...

I picked up the broken bit by bit, bits and pieces of memories with your memories. In fact, for me, the memory is a happy thing, but I do recall the pain, our feelings in the memory of the rivers, slowly eroded,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], leaving only pain and loneliness, let me peace of mind once again broken because of the memories ... ...

the original vision of all the good you can disemerge in an instant; the original desire for love. Inadvertent flash of thoughts, Chung had a touch of lonely, miss my mind the boom, the faint melancholy. Enjoy each moment of silence, each of laughter and loud, this is the most heart Enron moment. That there are some lonely, but the lonely pleasure, is the heart of the tranquil and safe. There is a yearning, never left my heart, whether it is noisy or independent film; there is a blessing, never ceaseped, whether or miss expectations.

Why should I suppress their feelings? Why should I refutilize to cry? Crying to be free, I also cry cry. Not all tears are representative of cowardice, not all are burdened with tears of pain, not all smiles are representative of joy, smiles are not all filled with happiness.

loneliness were suddenly realize the Pro, you put far away the heart of his lonely, so before it is to be pampered, so far acomponent so you actually feel the blazing, But now the pain is surprisingly cold, there is a cruelly torn by the feeling of slowly, but you have to bear. So lonely was a disappointment after the hopelessness grief after the loss, the helplessness of waiting, when you want to fight for a loss, to continue the confusion.

full moon another missing, missing round; and my feet are invariably hesitant to walk out of a network designed for the situation and would like to pick up the phone dial that memorize thousands of times No, really want to roll out ready to write something long letterhead? Every time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], efforts will be sad twist in the effort, after a futile time and time again, the heart does not seem to have a suture wounds,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the slightest touch would have poured out blood, not into the past, can unique stay in the missing River.

memories of my love, that is you. You should be very clear, my favorite is your smile,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], your smile that warmed me, and infected me. My hardest to forget is that your words, your words nourish my heart and say the taste of love. This space, because of your presence, my heart is warm. Since then, I was fascinated by your smile, by you suck out. Although we always meet a hurry, but your smile has never had to leave. My mind kept you smile, it was a smile full of warmth, it is a loving note. I can not resist your smile, can not forget you all, because it really gave me the most beautiful feeling.

six years, I still waiting, waiting for you to look through the mountain clouds, look at me once again through the sky, waiting for your voice through a tidal wave, over the cliff, far away from the Edge came. Like the leaves on the land waiting for the kiss, the sun's heat to the wide printed on my forehead, I was struggling to protect the Acacia you return to the spring branch ... ...

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The path led to a tiny village perched on the steep sides of a mountain. The place consisted of a straggling unmade road which was lined on either side by small houses. Even under a clear blue sky, the village looked forbidding, as all the houses were built of grey mud bricks. The village seemed deserted, the only sign of life being an ugly-looking black goat on a short length of rope tied to a tree in a field nearby. Sitting down on a dilapidated wooden fence near the field, we opened a couple of tins of sardines and had a picnic lunch. All at once, I noticed that my wife seemed to be filled with alarm. Looking up I saw that we were surrounded by children in rags who were looking at us silently as we ate. We offered them food and spoke to them kindly, but they remained motionless. I concluded that they were simply shy of strangers. When we later walked down the main street of the village, we were followed by a silent procession of children. The village which had seemed deserted, immediately came to life. Faces appeared at windows. Men in shirt sleeves stood outside their houses and glared at us. Old women in black shawls peered at us from doorways. The most frightening thing of all was that not a sound could be heard. There was no doubt that we were unwelcome visitors. We needed no further warning. Turning back down the main street, we quickened our pace and made our way rapidly towards the stream where we hoped the boatman was waiting.