changed neck, head forms, changed backgroung, but stil in progress is everything.

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matu p

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i miss them All.. Devilla, Bumbin, Abrek, Dantus, Bastera, William, Puma, Pialun, Windhover, Paloma, Pepe.. ..

there is some nostalgic notes everytime watching pictures, you never come back to me, but anyday i will dream of you all..

one day i told i will take PePe with me, i hope i will any day!
there is lots of lovely yards around, you will be there..
most of all i miss Puma, because i don't know where is she.. i hope not eaten jet...

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Parla in fretta e non pensar se quel che dici pu

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Loday painting now.

have to edit headlines (looks too long)
make smaller neck etc..

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plan of lazy me for today:
1.editor's line (few hours left til deadline)
2.painting Loday Light
3. arhivating 40gb of pictures
4. recenzion of BBC documentary movie..

hahaha.. ok that's jobs from today till friday.

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few days ago found old scetch of my dog Jutta.
she died summer 2006 when was 12 years old.

loved her character so much, she real hippie, so free and ambitious, so happy and clever. she allways was puppie for me, doesn't metter how old was she.
we lost her in few monthes. it was skin cancer and one day she told, please let me go, i am so tired of this all medicine and drugs, i loved you all so much, i will stay with you forewer, please let me sleep, i love you!

i'm still crying when remmember her last eyelook, and now when found this drawing I see her eyes, her personality. i miss her so much :(

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i have to translate leter Lauris bring me. man asks forgiveness to his love.. oh god. it is so beautiful! he is looking for translator, because of respecting her so much. i see it's true love. i want hear this words myself.. but i don't leave someone for hearing them, just want to feel it!

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Я бы тоже хотела верить
В несезонность полетов с крыши,
В необычность пустых мгновений,
В серебристые листья клена...
Я бы очень хотела верить
В то, что мир не такой уж тихий,
Оглушительно-нереальный.
И в нем нет больше места боли.
Я, быть может, устала верить
В дождь и серые капли снега,
В необычность чужих маневров
Над пространством пустого сердца.

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