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Суббота, 23 Марта 2013 г. 12:08 + в цитатник

... Slow dance ...

... Your Aksi ...

Have We ever watched kids
Whirling in a circle?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Have We ever watched the beauty of a butterfly dance?
Or gazed at the sun the fading in the night?
Stop.
Do not dance so fast.
Time is short.
Before the end of the Music...

Do We each day - Fly?
When We ask "How are you?"
Do We hear ? what will be is a reply?
When is our a day is ending
Do We will lie in bed,
But our mind everytime still orbits the next hundred works?
Stop.
Do not dance so fast.
Time is short.
Music will not last.

I think - We told 100 times to our a child :
We'll do it tomorrow? "
And in our haste, Not see his sorrow?
Maybe We forget friendships ties
And - the good friendship will die
Because We never had a time
Call and say "Hi!"
Stop.
Do not dance so fast.
Time is short.
Music will not last.

When We get everything so fast - during our life
I Guess that somewhere
We Lose half the fun,
When we the hurry during days,
These a days - like an unopened gift ...Discarded. Life - not a race.
Stop
Hear the music
Before the end of the song.

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Четверг, 22 Ноября 2012 г. 23:48 + в цитатник

I can’t exactly remember how and when we first met…

We always have a pleasant conversation every time we chat on net.

Knowing me, knowing you is what we usually do.

Sometimes you make me feel so comfortable with you.

It all started with one Hi and one “HELLO.”

Now that I know who really you are.
Because of one HELLO, love begins.
Which reminds me of the song… The trouble with “HELLO is GOODBYE”

And the hardest words to say when you truly love somebody...
Yes, because of one ‘HELLO’ love begin
But the trouble with ‘HELLO’ is also….
“GOODBYE”

i ♥ it so much!!!!

~ Aksi ~

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Суббота, 06 Октября 2012 г. 12:58 + в цитатник

Believe or not to believe in something that does not come true?

Never ...

Rain pours the dark streets ...

Cold ...

Yellow leaves fall, whirl ...

Dance ...

Frost lace caught puddles ...

Ice ...

Years fly like birds in the fall ...

Nowhere ...

In less sunny sky ...

How unfortunate ...

Thing of the past spring and joy ...

Not return ...

Smell bitterness presentiment of old age ...

Do not fall asleep ...

Those who loved .. near other people's thresholds ..

Forever ...

And intersections will not roads ...

Nonsense ...

Closed friends face... in mists ...

What ... let ...

Life was - solid deceptions ...

Decay and sadness ...

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Среда, 18 Июля 2012 г. 14:21 + в цитатник

LOVELY MORNING

Good Morning!

See outside the Window

Sun rising for
♥ YOU ♥

Flowers smiling for
♥ YOU ♥

Birds Singing for
♥ YOU ♥

Between a 100000 yesterdays &
a 100000 tomorrows

There is only ione today

No Shadows & Depress to
♥ YOU ♥

Only Joys & Surround to
♥ YOU ♥

Many FrieNds & Love to
♥ YOU ♥
These are my Wishes to
♥ YOU ♥
today
tomorrow
everyday

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WILDCAT

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Воскресенье, 22 Мая 2011 г. 09:10 + в цитатник

The Lovely Good Morning

comment Does not Means

to Disturb you.

But it means

that you are my

First Think of the Day.

G0od Morning”

Aksi ....

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Пятница, 25 Февраля 2011 г. 22:23 + в цитатник

I Woman
I am what I am ...
I will not be another...
I am what I am ...
And will remain so forever...
I'm naive ...
I'm harmful...
I am what I am...
On earth I AM AN ONLY ONE ...
I am what I am...
How Do I Love CAN ...
I know how to caress...
And know how to ruin ...
I am what I am...
I like the passion...
I'm a little sad...
I'm know how to laugh ...
I am what I am,..
I will be not as the other...
I'm wipe away the tears...
And sweet smile in response...
I am what I am...
Turn to you again!...

...Good ... night ...

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<center><font size="5" color="#FFF8DC" face="Monotype Corsiva"><b>I Woman <br />
I am what I am ...<br />
I will not be another... <br />
I am what I am ...<br />
And will remain so forever...<br />
I'm naive ...<br />
I'm harmful...<br />
I am what I am...<br />
On earth I AM AN ONLY ONE ...<br />
I am what I am...<br />
How Do I Love CAN ...<br />
I know how to caress...<br />
And know how to ruin ...<br />
I am what I am... <br />
I like the passion... <br />
I'm a little sad...<br />
I'm know how to laugh ...<br />
I am what I am,.. <br />
I will be not  as the other...<br />
I'm wipe away the tears...<br />
And sweet smile in response...<br />
I am what I am...<br />
Turn to you again!...<br /></b></font><br /><br /><br /><br />
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</center></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><center><font size="5" color="#FFF8DC" face="Monotype Corsiva"><b>...Good ... night ...</b></font></center></center><¢er></center></center></center></center></center></center></center></center></center></center></center></center></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></left><br />

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Суббота, 18 Декабря 2010 г. 17:40 + в цитатник

There's so many things I could do.

So many things I could say.

But I really don't want to do anything.

Just throw my life away.

I love ... so much and I would do anything.

To be with him, but the space between us.

Is tearing my heart apart.

I can't stop loving ..., but I don't.

Know if I can finish what I started.

We the miles of string that carries us.

Together, is getting longer and longer.

It's time after time, I wish it was forever.

I don't want to wait, I don't have time.

I can't throw this away, his heart is mine.

I lay awake every night thinking how.

I can make this work, but nothing seems to.

Click, I can't get anything in my mind.

I can't get myself to think...

AKSI

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So many things I could say.<br /><br />
But I really don't want to do anything.<br /><br />
Just throw my life away.<br /><br />
<br />
I love ... so much and I would do anything.<br /><br />
To be with him, but the space between us.<br /><br />
Is tearing my heart apart.<br /><br />
I can't stop loving ..., but I don't.<br /><br />
Know if I can finish what I started.<br /><br />
<br />
We the miles of string that carries us.<br /><br />
Together, is getting longer and longer.<br /><br />
It's time after time, I wish it was forever.<br /><br />
I don't want to wait, I don't have time.<br /><br />
I can't throw this away, his heart is mine.<br /><br />
<br />
I lay awake every night thinking how.<br /><br />
I can make this work, but nothing seems to.<br /><br />
Click, I can't get anything in my mind.<br /><br />
I can't get myself to think...<br /><br />
<br /><br />
<br /><br />
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<br /><br />
AKSI<br />
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