Welcome to my Hotel. Everybody who ever knew keen pain in soul because of Love could leave messages here. It is the shelter for everyone who met Feloness Love that brought hurt and agony.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Take care of the strong people
Strong people can be much more defenseless than weak people. In time of hurricane the flexible cane is bowing and chirring, but pine-tree just break and die forever – that is how the Chinese speak. And Chinese know what they are talking about.
Strong people aren’t responsible only for themselves. And even not only for their relatives. They are responsible for the whole World that was getting into their orbit. Because the power magnetizes – that is how the Physicists speak. And they also know what they are talking about.
Strong people are not healthier and refractory than all the other people. They just know that they have no rights to pass out and die, while something is depending on them. In time of their strong heart attack they can jump to the river, swim to the swamping child, turn him out off the water, making sure that everything is ok and no harm will come to the child, - and only then zonk out. That’s how the Doctors speak – Doctors have seen a lot of miracles in their life, more than Physicists and Chinese together.
Also strong people are so lonely. And not because they can’t tolerate someone next to themselves. It’s just that… They are strong! That is why nobody can think that they feel hurt, fear, loneliness, melancholy…
Take care of the strong people…
They are strong, but delicate…
Saturday, December 17, 2011
A Casual Meeting
Everybody knows that it is hard to arrange a meeting with somebody in a big city: a lot of work, traffic jams, too little time, constant control, etc. And it is harder to meet a special person in a promiscuous manner.
But… Today I had one of such days: when you meet a person that you wished to see. Just simple – in one big far-far-away shop among a lot of people! It was like in the movie: you are walking through the shop with something in your hands and see the person you know. He is speaking with his friends and turns his head to your side – you catch the glance. You want to come up to him, to embrace, to give the light kiss.
But… You are passing by… like strangers… In that time you have no opportunity even to say “Hello”… Ah! I hate such moments!
And in 10 minutes – an SMS - a simple smile in your phone…
What you can add here? Just simple smile in an answer " :) "
What you can add here? Just simple smile in an answer " :) "
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Ещё один опыт...
Да... ты оставил меня... Но я сильней, чем ты думаешь: я смогу забыть и вычеркнуть из своей жизни всё, что между нами было, поставив на прошлом штамп «Ещё один опыт»…
Thursday, December 8, 2011
You'll see...
You think that I can't live without your love
You'll see,
You think I can't go on another day.
You think I have nothing
Without you by my side,
You'll see
Somehow, some way
You think that I can never laugh again
You'll see,
You think that you destroyed my faith in love.
You think after all you've done
I'll never find my way back home,
You'll see
Somehow, someday
All by myself
I don't need anyone at all
I know I'll survive
I know I'll stay alive,
All on my own
I don't need anyone this time
It will be mine
No one can take it from me
You'll see
You think that you are strong, but you are weak
You'll see,
It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat.
I have truth on my side,
You only have deceit
You'll see, somehow, someday
All by myself
I don't need anyone at all
I know I'll survive
I know I'll stay alive,
I'll stand on my own
I won't need anyone this time
It will be mine
No one can take it from me
You'll see
You'll see, you'll see…
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Never-ending circle
Have you ever felt like you are running round the ring? And everytime you think that you stumble upon the same mistakes...
But no one thinks that sometimes never-ending circle is nothing but triangle...
But no one thinks that sometimes never-ending circle is nothing but triangle...
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