събота, 10 януари 2009 г.
Случвало ми се е да погледна към някого и да открия радост и страх.
Спомних си за една песен.
Nat King Cole
They try to tell us we're too young
Too young to really be in love
They say that love's a word
A word we've only heard
But can't begin to know the meaning of
And yet we're not too young to know
This love will last though years may go
And then some day they may recall
We were not too young at all