Sometimes I see her in my dreams… we are together, happy and careless… Unfortunately, I don’t see faces in my dreams, but I’m pretty sure it’s her…
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps…
School is couple of steps from my house, about fifteen minutes of walk. Chilly morning of Tbilisi isn’t a good time for walking around, but I don’t care, at least I can get up later then any other kids do; nice to get a little more sleep. My way back is all same, without any […]
Obviously this girl has something to think about… I sometimes feel like sitting alone and plunging into thoughts like her - but there is no quiet place like this in Milan, and no silent hill to empower fantasies…