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My name is Guzal, I'm 22, I am Muslim. I live in Kazan (Russia) And here is my photo and text-blog. Follow me on Tumblr: http://guzaal.tumblr.com/

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Matter of love.

Love gives us strength to live, strenght to wake up in the morning with bright smile.
When you fall in love you feel like you fall in deep ocean, you see the Beauty all around.
When you fall out of love you feel like lying on the ocean floor at low tide, unable to breathe.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

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Their poetry is a poetry of empty streets.
His palms are cold, as ice in his green eyes
And he will be the one, she cannot meet,
And she will be the one, who never dies.

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Such a beautiful city. Moscow, that never sleeps.


Woman.

Maturity, long slender legs in jeans-bottoms, suede high-heeled boots, a hat, thin cigarette in her mouth, flat belly and fresh breast, becoming dull youth, confidence in her femininity, a long life in her eyes. Experience bitterness.
The charming and confident, self-satisfied sparkling smile, bright green eyes, neat nose, shortsighted stoop, redheads haircut.
Promise of love.