Hluboka noc. Z venku dolehaji zvuky policejnich siren.Stoji u okna jen v dzinach.Zlute svetlo z ospale lampy z ulice dokresluje jeho muzne telo.Soustredim se abych se mu divala do oci. Jsou hnede, modre?Neni to snadne. Ma touha me navadi,abych pristoupila bliz. Mozna skocim.Ok, tak neskocim.Vzduch ztezknul….elektrizujici napeti ve vzduchu mi nedovoli se pohnout. Ani o pid.Vypada jako vzpominka.Vzpominka,kterou jsem nikdy neprozila.Bojim se, ze...
...emotional diarrhoea to be continuedLate summer night and the air was filled with questionmarks. They were hanging above us just like mellow pears but no one wanted to ask. Why ruining it. Not knowing is sometimes much more magical then floathing questions and desperate need to answer them originally. Not knowing means fully swimming in our own pool of fantasy. Reality is far...
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This very simple begginer pattern with 2,5 hook and Scheepjes Catona cotton yarn.
