were walking on the sidewalk opposite to mine. With her long curly hair, which raindrops fall on his shoulder that kept his head supported and the hand in the back pocket of his jeans. He opposed his arm around her waist, and cadence to match its pace. That slow and empty to those who have nothing definite to do, just enjoy being together.
look great - these time seems all too much larger - but the features of their face were still immature, fresh, with eyes that barely concealed light of who holds the world and is not fully aware.
look great - these time seems all too much larger - but the features of their face were still immature, fresh, with eyes that barely concealed light of who holds the world and is not fully aware.
It made me think of those days when our biggest problems was how to reconcile the question today with the cinema tomorrow, how to convince parents to allow us to go on a motorbike with him tick as a holiday alone, find a place to make love.
Those times where you just choose, then he would have grown up together. There was no personality to match now formed and defined, and especially do not care. And there was left for incompatibility, but frantic desire to have more, newer, more beautiful still.
Every day there seemed to be intractable, and every night was an achievement.
But the days pass one after another, and the perception of time changes. Change the views, priorities change, we change, in particular.
problems will become if we leave the same time, where / when / where to go and live together as not to invade their space, how to respect other people's habits. There are corners to be smoothed, and others to be left intact by accepting that sting. Take note of the incompatibility and decide whether and how much weight they have, and which direction to take.
Yet, it's time. Sooner or later you happen to be walking on any sidewalk in any city, embraced, with this passage that really does not bring in any special place, happy just being together. And he has a long beard, and you make up with remedies that freshness which no longer appears on your face, and you find yourself to love those little signs that life has left him. And you have more responsibility, more years, more thoughts, and neither of you has more the world in their hands, but shaking the feeling that the other is the same.
Those times where you just choose, then he would have grown up together. There was no personality to match now formed and defined, and especially do not care. And there was left for incompatibility, but frantic desire to have more, newer, more beautiful still.
Every day there seemed to be intractable, and every night was an achievement.
But the days pass one after another, and the perception of time changes. Change the views, priorities change, we change, in particular.
problems will become if we leave the same time, where / when / where to go and live together as not to invade their space, how to respect other people's habits. There are corners to be smoothed, and others to be left intact by accepting that sting. Take note of the incompatibility and decide whether and how much weight they have, and which direction to take.
Yet, it's time. Sooner or later you happen to be walking on any sidewalk in any city, embraced, with this passage that really does not bring in any special place, happy just being together. And he has a long beard, and you make up with remedies that freshness which no longer appears on your face, and you find yourself to love those little signs that life has left him. And you have more responsibility, more years, more thoughts, and neither of you has more the world in their hands, but shaking the feeling that the other is the same.
