Sometimes we all forget about the most important thing, who we really are
loves the fact that they are few, whom we offend only give us free rein and those who
loves us the most we do hurt and are not afraid to hurt the soul saying: "Fuck off" ...
and how many tender words are needed? ... just one thing and how much should I say? ... not at all
a lot and how much to lose, so that my words finally reach those ears that
under a veil of lies and for pure, we simply don’t have a desire to collect something you’re wrong
number and. in a good tone to learn how life is and how health is and whether everything is normal, but to us
all laziness and we’re dragging on time, but then all, not thinking that somehow calling a friend in the afternoon
nobody will pick up the phone there already and never ... what does it mean to remember, always love
those who were dear to us were leaving everything bad where the wolf howled in pain and those who were dumb
give the word being the last one who chooses to pierce not in the forehead, but right in the heart,
because the memory of the hands is much stronger than the memory of the eyes, to hear the whole gray crowd
the voice that will bring with itself good news and a tale written by the hand of someone else
believes in us ... we rarely say love ... we are proud, not forgiven, but having lost and
regretting that they missed, kneeling sobbing we will ask to return at least
moment, to say forgive ... whom we value ??? ... but only those who only benefit us
gave whom we think we love - they don’t love us, not realizing that those
who deserve to be loved, not to be in darkness ... give warmth to those who need it -
here it’s true, let’s not for mercenary purposes, and daska to you ... well, as much as possible
give a stone to the one who asks for bread and tear the garments on himself leaving the system ??? Blissful,
poor in spirit, well, we inspired such people ??? ... and who is ready to admit to ourselves that we neglected our relatives ??? ... but no, it’s easier to understand the mistakes
crying at the porch, screaming that life is not fair and not worth living ... once
lost, but he will always remember who to love, whom to value, what it means to remember
and prayer will always remain on the lips: “preserve and preserve” - this is in our
hearts ...
