Love sentimentality undemocratic. Love Hitler. Meron. Caligula. Without order to justify his orders or discuss it from the logic or supported by the majority. That tyrant free. Freedom does not accept the audit. That is ultimate freedom. That freedom that removes the barriers. Then others; It remains the only and I Habibie. I and my soul. I was. This is the secret pleasure that Tdokhna We love ... Sultani property and the situation in which we live and we love. If that love is the subject of mentoring and advice and logic; to become a normal agriculture, commerce and engineering. And we chart Keblatna the lip and chart Bridges on paper. But the fact is not legitimate. And you can not accept you and your loved at the same time, read newspapers and shaking Sakik ...! That fact is controlled You Kalak. The draw bridge on the draft paper is a quiet cool play and you smoked and Tassefr received Balenkat around you. In a poetic friend told me the story of love, and explain to me emotionally, which lasted eight years, revolve around one woman : It announces. My life. We are one people. Flaws become Kaiobi campus and searched it for the excuse. My wishes are and reflect it before proffered by. That ended us what his name. Shame. And dignity. And humiliation. And Pride. I take off my presence and my clothes in my room as special. They remove her clothes in front of me and churn phrases ashamed to say for itself. I happily say to the girl, who does not know woman. We do not know the defect. Because we have lost contact with people. And we confine ourselves to ourselves. Is me. And I have. I write them. And easier for them. , And drink it. I was ... I Because there is a woman in the world as well as its name. Made me a man who sees in front of you. . . He spoke a lot of words and emotional intensity. A drink and Esker. She, I was thinking : Did you have any of the reasons mentioned, is why love all this love?? I do not think. He loved. Because it. Love. . . Simply ... To each and every one of these reasons could be the reason for the reluctance. This could be a reason for love. The mood is the reason that made him to love. If he loved the woman its presence was diffident. To become a matter of excessive grain. Although he loved her to become apparent, it is his own pride. Love is not defined by the image of him. That mood in women. The mood was unsteady with age. With chapters. Such as the summers and the winter, spring and autumn. The authors in the summer mood. A woman who is the woman of the summer of love. Tomorrow, in the spring of spirits would love another woman. In spite of all this sugar and emotion. It will be the antithesis of the first attributes. Esker will once again serious. That good on the cheek that we think that they left all of us in Congress. Others seen in the tense and disgusted and it is shameful. The question is how. And quality is what we Lelong qualities that we love. And without a quality Constitution. The mood is the only arable land which Atdkhlha reasonableness and logic. One would not convene a parliament of his family to decide whether to leave the territory of tea or coffee. It does not and does not provide justification for the selection of the reasons color or gray for Alkhali wears, but it is usually only to say : Anna wants neck. If they told him : that tea is much in you. Tshrk and coffee. The dark color Alkhali you in the summer. It simply says that once again : I love Yaajoana neck. Qualitative neck. Huaya like; destroy the houses neck. . . It usually drink tea, puts Alkhali. And walking along the spirits not care about anybody's opinion. Why?? People erosion Shatta. The scream of pain. Why?? The mood. The mood is freedom. The only area that our freedom. In the middle of electrified barbed wire erected around us. The poor souls surrounded duties. The obligations and commitments : the family. The school commitments. And work commitments. Commitments and social class to which we belong. Commitments and creativeness. And religion. And friendship. And courtesy. In the midst of these pursuits, which haunts us by others; look to us for a moment. Be ours. Mknonat give them our heart. With our souls and impulses. This moment is the mood. A cup of tea. And cigarette. A century and Shatta. Bowl and pickles. And we love chatting with the same hour in the description. That is all we are left with the minimum. For that adhere to this very moment we do not accept the compromise or logic or exhortation or advice ...; Because these moments are moments. Our mood. Our freedom. They like Charbena. Isaumena do not accept that one of their own destiny. Nahla when we want to Nahla. And when we want to Nerbeh Nerbeh. The total spent by the State to import pulp and Sudanese, nuts, Alvsdoq cigarettes and wine, movies and books dogs, Albarvan items. More than on the production of iron and steel! This is a natural. Because these things are not luxuries. But other necessities. It mood. The mood is at the heart of our personalities. Pepper was a long time ago price of the precious gold. When the ship carries in India and revolves around the African via the Cape of Good Hope. The club pepper serious exchanged gifts. Kings! The reason is the mood. The pepper trend. And none equals mood. It is nothing equals freedom. We all have to pay for our mood. Also paying our lives for the sake of our own freedom. Women sacrifice forecasting waiting husband on its mood. If you find. They may sacrifice honorably discharged to receive men ... pairs! That mood. Napoleon sabotaged the minimum. Because the war was spirits. The price paid by all of this opium Napoleonic.!.; The pay is double the price in the end. That mood. Achilles heel all. That gap is not guarded from the temptation of reason. No matter where the mind. For this Nhana Koran and the mood of passion.
Women entering the gate Tasseibeni capricious in the killing.
O ~ Akveni capricious whims of evil. The whims of the mind, I would ~
