"La mia via è molto interessante - ho tanti interessi. Prima di tutto sono studentessa universitaria nella facoltà di legge e frequento il penultimo anno. Nel tempo libero insegno inglese. Mi piace fare attività creative creativa nel mio tempo libero: dipingere vetrate, suonare la chitarra e sognare scrivendo storie e poesie (poemi) ho altri interessi tra cui imparare le lingue: l'inglese e l'italiano. E voi? Che cosa raccontarmi?

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

A song about a friend

If your friend just became a man,
Not a friend, not a foe,-- just so,
If you really can't tell from the start,
If he's strong in his heart, --
To the peaks take this man -- don't fret!
Do not leave him alone, on his own,
Let him share the same view with you--
Then you'll know if he's true.

If the guy on the peak got weak,
If he lost all his care -- got scared,
Took a step on the frost -- got lost,
Tripped and screamed in exhaust, --
Then the one you held close is false,
Do not bother to yell-- expel, --
We can't take such aboard, and in short
We don't sing of his sort.

If the guy didn't whine nor pine,
He was dull and upset, but went,
When you slipped from the cliff,
He heaved, holding you in his grip;
If he walked right along, seemed strong,
On the top stood like he belonged, --
Then, whenever the chances are slim
You can count on him!

My ISQ: 410-584-246

He tells her that the Earth is flat -
He knows the facts, & that is that.
In altercations fierse & long
She tries her best to prove him wrong.
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments  unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.

The planet goes on being round.

Who am I?
A girl, as such as some other girls, connecting both This moment, I live with my parents & my brother happily in Pushkin-town (near Saint-Petersburg).
So, see my photoes, write me & you"ll know more...

Four O'Clock Fantasy. (by Yvonne M.Fee)

I look at you with lust - so smooth & long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience pricks. I know, I m unwise.
Your sensuous shapelines invades to my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.
In my desire to press you to my lips
I fell you slinking slowly to my hips.
It breaks my heart to leave you lying there...
Yes, how much this chocolate eclair?