Although this virtual friendship, But matters it is nice in that form to get greeting. In the nice words and wishes of woodcock, warmth and serenity, and forget for a moment though, that blows through the window. So Do not pick this friendship, let them continue to flourish, because someone is waiting somewhere in the distance, and your words read. Milutkiego day. Kisses.
╰ ⋟ ⋞ ╮ ... LIFE ... is beautiful ... through moments of ... that will never be repeated ... Milutko spent soiree Beautiful night Sweet dreams. ╰ ⋟ ⋞ ╮
⊰ ♥ ⊱ nice and warm WELCOME ⊰ ♥ ⊱ Spring is the season when people are happier and gain vitality. They begin to more frequently and willing to go out of their homes, to just walk and admire the beauty of the awakened nature. I wish you all the solar rays, Fresh spring, the joy of awakening nature.
Night ... I lie, I wait for sleep, Who knows. It may finally find me. I stand by the window Brother moon, can you hear me? Please help, say, Someone out there alive somewhere. That someone. He loves me. I know how easy it is, Go away, go somewhere, I want to know how it is used. When the pain did not chase you. Please only a few tears, Brother moon give me just a few of them, Please, I would be able to cry again, Please let. Give me one tear, I beg you. Give even one tear. A good night, good night przemiłych dreams ...
WELCOME It means to be a good heart to share slices of bread, making a daily miracle of the multiplication, that the bread will not be lacking, even when the heart no longer to share ...... Smile - ALMOST SPRING. Beautiful and happy Sunday I hope. Let us be like a flower, which distributes its fragrance around without asking for anything. Let us be like the rising green in summer, which carries the look of hope. Let us be like the sun, which in the goodness of life and happiness to everyone on this Earth. We leave so it's always the way what is the most valuable bits of luck - In the hearts of other people ... Have a nice, SUCCESSFUL SUNDAY. Kisses FOR YOU
Time counts days mathematician Subsequent years are multiplied Even in his waking dreams that is the God King of the world In all, he was strong enough not If faced with life bazaar The feelings, events and solids This is just another dimension Is unaware of this ścisłowiec That life could be sweet Juniper smells like poetry And that happy time does not count Goodnight Sweet dreams I wish
Now I send greetings to you, pofruną like little birds in the sky. Will sit right under your door and will patiently look into windows. Window fall like a ray of woodcock to wish you good dzionka. Other creep in between the doors with my best regards. .