recursion?

Yandex has just proposed me to search for "бархатный сезон". He doesn't know probably that nothing can be more "velvet" and warm.
All this sadness is caused by the fact of impotence in front of The Past.
It's just in the past.
And I'm here.
Sooo saaaad.

in a timely manner :)

Gosh, what a wonderful year!
Living is more like an adventure, a long adventure. Still living, still enjoying it.

Light is inside us, the world is made of light. You just should notice it, oh yeah.
Love will tear us apart again?..

Usual is boring, fairy-tales are inside us. They are hand-made.
It's so easy, indeed.

Ever fallen in love with someone?

Believe in you, believe in people.

I do love gifted men. It even seems to be absurd. I've almost forgotten how it feels.

I can't find proper words to express myself.
It's painful (though just a little bit) to watch and to be so dull.
Overwhelming August. Breathtaking.
I'm afraid of losing it.

And Bill Evans and Jim Hall make me so calm and so still. Cool jazz is a sort of meditation, I think.

Haven't been here for ages. Seems to be so unreal.
This July has been great, sure. Love will tear us apart again, lol.
Finnish - Finland - Emperor Paul - Gatchina, I love you.
Still imprudent and a bit crazy. July is hot like a real heart of summer.

Red and white, and green, of course.
The rhythms of Buena Vista Social Club and Manu Chao. Those very eyes. The songs of this summer. Green fields, a taste of icecream, wonderful old ladies of Ingria. Bluebells, yellow flowers, parks, ponds, trees, hills.
Carpe diem.

Miun kanssain.

And I'll follow the Sun this summer again.
Amazing.

Love comes tumbling.

If all the statues in the world
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
Would they be kind enough to comfort me
The setting sun is set in stone
And it remains for me alone
To carve my own and set it free

Never come back, never.
The setting sun tears your soul into several parts.
For me alone.
Alone.

Does Nouvelle Vague help me to understand this world?
I just think it's summer again
but now I have two objects of love
I'm trying to be faithful...
I'm trying.

Heaven...

Blue sky
Sweet dreams
Green grass

Here we go again

Freedom