Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
When I first saw you, I saw love
And the first time you touched me, I felt love
And after all this time
You're still the one I love
Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We...
i'm here, very happy. with my sweet kids (Ali 5 y.o., Sanam 3.5 y.o.), young and healthy parents (dad 55, and mummy 50 y.o.). With my lovely friends. With my troubls in my work (torsvik)....
(DO NOT FORET TO RECORD THIS!!) Dear future self, it's me your old 2016 past self.. so how's life? Are we doing YouTube? How's collage? Are we finished? Did we make it??!? (If yes then BOO...
Patikrinsiu ar issiuncia..jei taip, tj cia tobulas tinklalapis...:))))



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