воскресенье, 31 августа 2008 г.

New life? Newborn?


Having returned from the southern steppes, I realized the absurdity of life. Everything was very strange this August - foggy and blurred, just like bad photos, and full of nothingness.
Do you believe that three weeks could pass in such a strange way?

While being there I thought sometimes that I didn't exist - "nothing can come close", but to the real life, I meant.
Cough is not my favourite pastime, indeed. Neither do I like strange complaints. And quarrels.
I just like to watch sunsets from the Roof. The Roof of this strange summer. My last southern summer.

One roof. One life. One love.