Джентльмен LW83LIGA

Не люблю измены, вранье и предательству. Служил в армию в Азербайджан, щас в отставку. 1.Я добрые, страстные, чувствительные, обладают развитыми художественными способностями и способны заставить окружающих себя любить. 2.Любопытный, иронический, претенциозный, 3.Мечтательный+Осуществляя свои мечты, беспокойный, чувствительный, богемный, способные к оккультным наукам. Кто хочет знать больше обо мне спросите, скажу. 1. Poem: Eldar Ryazanov Love is ready to forgive everything when she is love knows how to wait indefinitely when she is love. Love cannot be sinful when she is love. It is unthinkable to forget when she is love. She can give her life when she is love. She is salvation, grace, when she is love. Full of immeasurable kindness when she is love. She' s as natural as you when she is love. 2. Poem: Yuri I. Vizbor You are my only one You are my only one Like the moon in the night Like spring in the year Like a pine tree in the steppe. There is no other one No river Not beyond the fogs Far countries. In the hoarfrost wires In the twilight of the city. So the star has risen To always shine To burn in a blizzard To make the bed To rock all night The cradle has a daughter. Here' s a twist Is done with the river. You can take away the peace You can wave your hand You can pay off your debts You can love others You can completely leave Only shine, shine! 3.Poem: Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont I love you more than the Sea and the Sky and the Singing, I love you longer than days were given to me on earth. You alone burn me like a star in the silence of the distance, You are a ship that does not sink in dreams, waves, or haze. I fell in love with you unexpectedly, immediately, unintentionally, I saw you - how a blind man suddenly widens his eyes And, having seen, he will be amazed that the sculpture is welded together in the world, What is redundantly downward, into the emerald, poured out turquoise. I remember. Opening the book, you rustled the pages a little. I asked: "Is it good that the ice is breaking in your soul? " You flashed to me, instantly beholding the distance, your apple. And I love - and love - about love - for the beloved - sings. 4. Poem: Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov I know a woman: silence, Bitter fatigue from words Lives in a mysterious twinkle Her pupils are dilated. Her soul is open eagerly Only the copper music of