Всьому свій час
Саша, 41 год
| Пол: | Парень |
|---|---|
| В возрасте: | 41 |
| Ищу: | Девушку |
| Ищу в возрасте: | 32 - 40 лет |
| Цель знакомства: | Брак, создание семьи |
Подробная информация
| Знак Зодиака: | Телец |
|---|---|
| Телосложение: | Обычное |
| Рост, см: | 165 |
| Вес: | 55 |
| Цвет глаз: | Карие |
| Ориентация: | Гетеро |
| Отношения: | Свободен/Свободна |
| Есть ли дети: | Детей нет, но хотелось бы |
Интересы и хобби
| Интересы: | Вечерние прогулки, Гармония, Дождь, Домашний уют, Думать, Душевное равновесие, Искусство, Море, Новые впечатления, Природа, Путешествовать, Самопознание, Самореализация, Счастье, Творчество, Чтение |
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Вредные привычки
| Отношение к курению: | Курю |
|---|---|
| Отношение к алкоголю: | Пью в компаниях изредка |
Описание
Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
But it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
But it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say
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