Он прекрасен...
Он великолепен...
Он - шедевр природы...
Он тот, с кого стоит брать пример...
Он тот, кто говорит двусмысленно...
Он- человек с большой буквы...
Он - это качество...
Он Иван Ургант. И этим всё сказано!
05 марта, 2011
✿Children are flowers of life✿
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There are different kinds of flowers in the world. But all of them want to live... Some people collect them & like. Others hate these gifts of God... And flowers live together with us. They are everywhere. They are in our houses, gardens, fields... Not all people know that these beautiful flowers live in our hearts... Sometimes flowers treat the soul, sometimes they show to us the beauty of our life, sometimes they just please us with their own simplicity & kindness. But they never do harm!..Some uneducated people collect lifes of flowers... Not always it is bad... Only if people dig them together with the root... To transplant them...But nowadays we meet a lot of death... And people don't think that flowers want to have a chance for life as we want it ... People deprive of this chance... They just don't understand the importance of their actions... They should be ashamed for what they are doing... But they aren't ashamed... They think they are right... Miss... We should value our life... That's why we should appreciate foreign lifes... Even if we have helped the flower appear... We must save lifes which we can save... You must help someone who needs you...You have to think about those of us who didn't think about you... Your mission is to save as many as possible flowers... It is OUR mission... If we unite together, the Earth will find floral breath & will become a big fairy flower... And it will be our reward for good behavior... For understanding the world , the essence of being... We will get a sweet prize... Don't you want to taste it?
March 5, 2011.
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There are different kinds of flowers in the world. But all of them want to live... Some people collect them & like. Others hate these gifts of God... And flowers live together with us. They are everywhere. They are in our houses, gardens, fields... Not all people know that these beautiful flowers live in our hearts... Sometimes flowers treat the soul, sometimes they show to us the beauty of our life, sometimes they just please us with their own simplicity & kindness. But they never do harm!..Some uneducated people collect lifes of flowers... Not always it is bad... Only if people dig them together with the root... To transplant them...But nowadays we meet a lot of death... And people don't think that flowers want to have a chance for life as we want it ... People deprive of this chance... They just don't understand the importance of their actions... They should be ashamed for what they are doing... But they aren't ashamed... They think they are right... Miss... We should value our life... That's why we should appreciate foreign lifes... Even if we have helped the flower appear... We must save lifes which we can save... You must help someone who needs you...You have to think about those of us who didn't think about you... Your mission is to save as many as possible flowers... It is OUR mission... If we unite together, the Earth will find floral breath & will become a big fairy flower... And it will be our reward for good behavior... For understanding the world , the essence of being... We will get a sweet prize... Don't you want to taste it?
March 5, 2011.
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♛Paris♛
Paris - something easy, kind, good. I love it very much. It is like a fairytale. When I hear this word I submerge in child's dreams... Dreams about the mystical Louvre, handsome princes, whose love can melt your heart, raise a curtain from your eyes... Candles instead of lamps... Direct communication instead of a dead internet... The storm of silken rose petals...
The smell of floral perfume, even though handmade... Opiate on the lips ... Long beautiful gown embroidered with silver. The silk hugs my hands, kisses my skin ... Lace enframe my exact neck, smelling of roses... Birds sing songs for me... I sit near the river... It seems to sing too... All is for me... The nature loves me.. And I have to love it... And I do it... It is perfect!.. You have your own world... Big world without edge... The field is full of flowers & peace...The sun shines more there... There is more fresh air in my kingdom... There you can understand the animal language...There the poor may find the shelter... There nobody will touch you... Because it is my own world... My own Paris... I protect it from its enemies, and even from the small but harmful insects... There always must be fresh and adorable... There is always need to grow roses and singing birds...
As for me Paris is associated with a fluffy pink cake. And I want to try this cake.
It's probably so good & delicious... But it lies so far from me... Only in my brain Paris is near. Only in my brain it isn't untouchable. I close my eyes & see this wonderful place... Full of pink flowers, smells of sweet ice-cream...
How can not you love Paris? It is impossible! If you love the good and beauty it means you love Paris, too. Just as long as you don't notice it... Paris is associated with spring... The air with clouds... And it seems loss of particle of frame of mind if you open your eyes.. So I have to live with closed eyes... To save this wonderful feeling...Of happiness... Of peace.. Of love... I should save this magic world for those who need comfort & understanding from each other... And I'll do it. Because of the peace. Because of the love. Because of Paris♥.
March 5, 2011.
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