Privet my dear friend!
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was
old, his coat worn; his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed
through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.
Honey, the stars were never as wondrous as they were when I met you
in my dreams the other night. At last, I understood God better. And I
learned that life holds many beautiful surprises and that even storms
can be wonderful http://ulian.in/
My heart is overflowing with romantic thoughts of you and I hope to
find you.
Bye
Mariya