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By Origa Ангелы и демоны кружили надо мной Рассекали тернии и млечные пути Не знает счастья только тот, Кто его зова понять не смог Налюбуйтесь, налюбуйтесь Aeria gloris, Aeria gloris Налюбуйтесь, налюбуйтесь Aeria gloris, aeria gloris I am calling, calling now Spirits rise and falling Собой остаться дольше Calling, calling, in the depth of longing Собой остаться дольше... Налюбуйтесь, налюбуйтесь Aeria gloris, aeria gloris Налюбуйтесь, налюбуйтесь Aeria gloris, aeria gloris Stand alone... Where was life when it had a meaning . . . Stand alone... Nothing's real anymore and . . . Бесконечный бег... Пока жива, я могу стараться на лету не упасть, Не разучиться мечтать...любить... Бесконечный бег... Calling, calling, for the place of knowing There's more than what can be linked Calling, calling now, never will I look away For what life has left for me Yearning, yearning, for what's left of loving Собой остаться дольше... Calling, calling now, spirits rise and falling Собой оста...

Saturday. Dinner, downtown movie, a last-minute invitation -to go or not to go. Queen Anne. Strangers. Surprisingly smooth m erlot . Lapses of boredom. Meaningless chat in the midst of pseudo bohemian decor -a red ribbon and holes in the walls. Rich, thick, porter. Signatures in a door-frame, #11, a humble servant. Exchanges about who knows whom from where.A friendly surfer-turned-bureaucrat. Outstanding jambalaya. City-planning, friendly people. A ridiculous lamp, the source of the red ribbon discovered. Serious doubts about wasted time in empty socializing for no reason whatsoever. Suddenly, Sunday. More conversation. Fashionable outfits blurring the lines of poor taste. A pretty but too skinny architect. Wigs laying around for no apparent reason. Silly camera phone photographs taken in the spur of the moment. An Ethiopian delicacy -a jar full of tasty seeds, and talk about relationships in an Ethiopian-Italian family with a Spanish last name. A too hard to uncork bottle of something...