Once homeless kittens have become avid travelers

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These homeless kittens a few months ago was found in the bushes behind the dumpster at a local Park. My first thought was to refer them to the local orphanage, but that day he was not working. The next day, the people who found stray animals, has planned to go for a two day trip with kayaking, not found to whom they could leave, so I decided to take them with me.


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Clockwork Lena. Isinbayeva will be looking for the truth in court, whose decisions in Moscow are not allowed to do

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Favorite.

You fall asleep hugging. Her breath fills the night around you. Leaving PolyGram, but something makes you open your eyes to see once more her face. You seem to be afraid to dream, afraid that reality will end, and so you want to see it never ends. You look at her face, afraid to move, not to disturb her. Looking at as something great that he sent thee, a great what you don’t deserve, what can’t understand your mind. Receiving a diamond, in the face of a loved one, you get an incredible quintessence of euphoria and fear. You lie there and look at it as a first person, think about how many of these persons were around, but her eyes and tender touch in a dream will replace the angel wings. Snooze again finds you, but you open my eyes to see her face again and again. Looking at her eyebrows, eyes and lips, do you realize that you want to see them always, every day and every night, you don’t understand how without you I can live, and why you lived without it. All ashes in front of her with one touch, all ashes before her breathing.


You turn your back and try to sleep, but she, feeling anxiety, hugs you and cuddles up to you. You feel the beats of her heart, which give you your heart, you can even feel them beats. Her hot hands as the flames warm your soul, forcing you to turn again and again to look at her. You can be a great, audacious, terrible, anything but her, looking at her, you will be yourself, only with her you can remain human even when the human already left. Again and again you open my eyes to look at her. To hold hand through his hair in his sleep and clung to him, feeling the familiar scent. Are you afraid to fall Asleep and not Wake up next to her. But sleep takes over, and you fall asleep in the morning. For a little while. In the morning you Wake and see her next. You weren’t dreaming, that she loved. You go out quietly, so as not to Wake her. Coffee, laptop, stories, news. She wakes up shortly after you, and you bring the coffee.
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To The Memory Of Umberto Eco

He a couple of decades in a row, deservedly headed the list of world intellectuals. He wrote a dozen really great books and a bunch of journalism.


I read almost everything, and on it is written a long time ago only a few lines.
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