Stupid minds... In 6 days after my previous message my life has changed. And it isn't Hare! Hare stays the same. But now it isn't important! For me. Fuck you, puzzle! I' d like to say:
As I write this letter,
Send my love to you,
Remember that I'll always,
Be in love with you.
I'm really happy. Sometimes it is very difficult - just to be happy. But! I love.
- Will you really come come to me?..
- Yes
*kissing*
- You see - sometimes we don't need words
- *maybe. but I love you!*
Misha Shenbrot, become my inspiration please!
As I write this letter,
Send my love to you,
Remember that I'll always,
Be in love with you.
I'm really happy. Sometimes it is very difficult - just to be happy. But! I love.
- Will you really come come to me?..
- Yes
*kissing*
- You see - sometimes we don't need words
- *maybe. but I love you!*
Misha Shenbrot, become my inspiration please!
I have just read a strange book. Why strage? Sometimes I think that the author stels my minds!
His reflections about a destiny of one woman:
Somebody has used her voice to tell everybody "The phone is not available, call after". All the people hate this voice, it isn't a secret. But what about her boyfriend? He hears her voice all the time: at home, when he calls her or maybe his boss! And he hates too her voice. And some times after he hates she! This story repeats, repeats and repeats! She is so unhappy, this Woman-Voice!
One day, I don't know when - maybe in 20 years or maybe tomorrow - Hare will be mine. Because if somebody divided every one creature in two parts, we are these two parts, like a puzzle. I'm sure!

His reflections about a destiny of one woman:
Somebody has used her voice to tell everybody "The phone is not available, call after". All the people hate this voice, it isn't a secret. But what about her boyfriend? He hears her voice all the time: at home, when he calls her or maybe his boss! And he hates too her voice. And some times after he hates she! This story repeats, repeats and repeats! She is so unhappy, this Woman-Voice!
One day, I don't know when - maybe in 20 years or maybe tomorrow - Hare will be mine. Because if somebody divided every one creature in two parts, we are these two parts, like a puzzle. I'm sure!
