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Âåùàíèå "çà"

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 25 ßíâàðÿ 2004 ã. 18:36 + â öèòàòíèê
Äîêòîð, ÿ óìðó?
Îáÿçàòåëüíî!
(ëþáèìûé àíåêäîò)

Äîæäü êîí÷àåòñÿ, è äàæå ñîëíöå òîæå ñâåòèò íå âå÷íî. Êîãäà íèáóäü óéäó è ÿ. Íå âàæíî îòêóäà - âûéäó èç êîìíàòû èëè óéäó èç æèçíè. È ìû ðàññòàíåìñÿ... âñòðå÷à ïîäðàçóìåâàåò ðàññòàâàíèå, òóò óæ íè÷åãî íå ïîïèøåøü :-) Òîò êòî èäåò - óõîäèò. È óõîäèò òîò êòî æèâåò.
Çíàåòå, ÿ î÷åíü ëþáëþ æèòü. Æèçíü - äâèæåíèå, âåñü ìèð êóäà-òî äâèæåòñÿ, è ÿ ìåíÿþñü âìåñòå ñ íèì. Òåêóò ðåêè, îáíîâëÿþòñÿ êëåòêè îðãàíèçìà, ìåíÿþòñÿ ÷óâñòâà è ìûñëè...
Êåì ÿ áóäó çàâòðà? À ÷åðåç ãîä? Íå çíàþ. Êàê íå çíàþ ÷òî áóäåò ñ àòîìàìè ìîåãî òåëà è ôîðìóëàìè ìîåé äóøè ïîñëå ñìåðòè. Íî íèêîãäà íå áûëî, ÷òîá íè÷åãî íå áûëî, ÷òî-íèáóäü äà áóäåò! :-)
Ìû âñòðåòèëèñü è íåêîòîðîå âðåìÿ ïðîâåëè ðÿäîì. Ýòî áûëî òàê êðàñèâî! Ìèð èçìåíèëñÿ îò íàøåé âñòðå÷è, áåç íåå îí áûë áû äðóãèì. À êîãäà ÿ óëûáíóñü íà ïðîùàíèå, (à ÿ îáÿçàòåëüíî ýòî ñäåëàþ :-) íå ãðóñòèòå. Áóäóò íîâûå ëþäè è íîâûå ðàññòàâàíèÿ, ìèð áåñêîíå÷åí è ïðåêðàñåí. ×åì ïå÷àëèòüñÿ è îáèæàòüñÿ, ëó÷øå óëûáíèòåñü â îòâåò.
Ñ÷àñòëèâîãî âàì Ïóòè!
:-)
Ðóáðèêè:  Òâîð÷åñòâî


Ïðîöèòèðîâàíî 4 ðàç

Èäóùàÿ   îáðàòèòüñÿ ïî èìåíè Âîñêðåñåíüå, 25 ßíâàðÿ 2004 ã. 22:05 (ññûëêà)
When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
close to home - I cannot say.
close to home feeling so far away.

As I walk there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
carry me to my own, to where I can cross over...
close to home - I cannot say.
close to home feeling so far away.

Forever searching; never right,
I am lost in oceans of night.
Forever hoping I can find memories.
those memories I left behind.

Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away.
Enya

Òîò, êòî æèâåò â òâîåì ñåðäöå – íèêîãäà íå óéäåò :) Ïîïóòíîãî âåòðà òåáå, Êåëåã…âñåãäà è âåçäå..



Îòâåòèòü Ñ öèòàòîé Â öèòàòíèê
Êåëåã   îáðàòèòüñÿ ïî èìåíè Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 26 ßíâàðÿ 2004 ã. 10:03 (ññûëêà)
Ñïàñèáî, Èäóùàÿ!
Îòâåòèòü Ñ öèòàòîé Â öèòàòíèê
Òè-òè-óó   îáðàòèòüñÿ ïî èìåíè Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 26 ßíâàðÿ 2004 ã. 14:36 (ññûëêà)
:)
Îòâåòèòü Ñ öèòàòîé Â öèòàòíèê
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