Умка, 39 - 28 мая 2008 08:00

Who am I? And how? I wonder? will this life end?
My life? It isn't easy to explain. It has not been the rip-roaring spactacular I fancied it would be, but neither have I burrowed around with the gophers. I am nothing special; of this I a sure. I am a common person with common thoughts, an I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it is little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I've chosen to follow.


Если всё это перевести на русский, то теряются все мысли и образы. И зря все говорят, что только русским языком можно описать всю гамму чувств)))))) Супер, а особенно, если учесть что автор мужчина...

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