S ytra bilo takoe solnce...i takoe obaldennoe nastroenie...Xotelos podniatsia i letet...dolgo...graciozno...kak ptici..(vsegda naslazdalas ix svobodnomy pareniu v visote)...Mozet bit imenno poetomy vsegda obozala nebo,visoty,samoleti...i moej detskoj mechtoj bilo stat stuardessoj i letat s myzem-letchikom :) v dalekie strani i vsego za neskolko chasov okazivatsia sovsem v drygom mire...Xotia,konechno,eta mechta do six por zivet vo mne:
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there'll always be a place for all my life.
I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am,there you will be.
("Faith Hill" iz filma"Pearl Harbor".)
Mozet i glypo eto vse,no...kak skazal D.Didro:"Chydesa,gde v nix veriat,i chem bolshe veriat,tem chashe oni slychautsia."
A eto ja posviashau svoemy bydyshemy myzy :) ...pyst daze esli on i ne bydet letchikom :)
Priychi menia k poletam
Rannim ytrom probyzdaja,
Podstavliaja kybok neba
K miagkim,chyvstvennim gybam.
Priychi k vostorgy vzleta,
Priychi,ne prinyzdaja,
Pocelyem okriliaja.

I priviknyv na mgnovenie,
Na veka,na vechnost strasti
K probyzdeniu v paren'e
I k polety v visote,
Mozet bit yznau schast'e
I svoe prednaznachenie,
I v slyzenii otchizne,
I v slyzenii krasote.

Chto-to y menia vdryg takoe nastroenie romanticheskoe...Vesna,naverno...ptichki pout...koti ***** :) Koroche,jizn xorosha i jit xorosho!:ura: