... Behind a window - whether summer, whether autumn... A Rain cautiously knocking on a window and a wind, walking in the empty show-windows of shops.
And I sit on kitchen and slowly stir tea with cinnamon. And opposite me lays your photo . And you look at me. It seems - on me one.
From columns sounds Mylene Farmer . I like the French music. And I listen to music, I look at you and I think of my life. Probably, it is interesting. Though many people dance belly dances, draw comics and go to the tutor in chemistry, start up with girlfriend soap bubbles in park... The sun shined and sparrows fly away...
And at night watch " South park "...
Plays my liked song - " Fuck them all".
And tea with cinnamon for a long time has cooled down.
I love you, somebody....
You at all don"t know me, but you are so necessary for me. The world is constructed on contrasts, yes.
Each person has dream.
I have dream too. Only she will not come true, as though I did not want it. To me speak - forget already about the silly dream! But I do not want. Because dreams - not leaving from the validity, and means to come nearer to it.
My cat by name "Go here" has approached to me. Has put opposite me the toy mouse which yesterday has torn off a tail. Has exactingly mewed. No, I shall not play today with you.
... I want to go to London. It is magic city.
And it often dreams me. And in dream the picture was such beautiful, but hardly dim as though eyes dimmed tears. Though I seldom pay.
In general, I like night because this time of day gives you to me.
And what dreams you?..
... Behind a window slowly gets dark. But I do not want to light light.
I was declined above your photo. So I also live - incorporeal dream, a line of the text, the note of favorite song, the embodied expression of your eyes.
And I want to state you, that speaks me my heart and then all life rises before my eyes...
Though what there a life - I"m only 16.
To me speak - it is time to reflect on " an adult life ", about institute and the future work.... But I do not want. Also I do not reflect yet.
I want to lead all life so carefree - in pink gym shoes.
It let my girlfriend meet senior pupils, go on fashionable parties, smoke behind school and drink a cognac, in a bottle from Coca-Cola.
I shall not be.
Instead of it I shall collect albums Mylene Farmer. Simply to walk on city with the best girlfriend. To eat chips, pizza and chocolate. To wear gym shoes, but not shoes on heels. To look author's animation cinema. And, certainly, to dream.
To dream, as I once shall go to London, I meet there you and I shall approach to you. You will see at me, and our eyes will meet. And I shall take you for a hand and I shall say, that I love you... And then, we shall leave together in one side, and following to us street lanterns will dimly shine tired, but happy eyes.