I had a cold and waiting for my neck, but not destined to see the voice zastuzhenym! mike nights mumbling something I write, trying to realize his dream, trying to give her daughter the world but on the way while only just come across bumps look at the sky I confess, then stumble again and so the world sex life toil, melt at the sight of the eyes of her sonorous voice, then I remember that life is a band, hair, hands, face, skin is like it even seems a little too ...!