Liya Grigorieva

Liya Grigorieva проживает в городе Сочи, Россия. Родной город - Sochi. Рождена в год Свиньи по китайскому гороскопу, знак зодиака Девы. В настоящий момент Liya 30 лет, не замужем. Из открытых источников получены следующие сведения: информация о среднем образовании.

""You are my personal brand of heroin" "Forbidden fruit is sweet" "Well, where I become of me from you. You're only won my heart. Sleep, my only love." "I think a woman can be called well educated if she understands the art, speaks several languages and knows the literature". "To give his life for another person, let alone a loved one, no doubt, worth it. It is not even noble?" "Edward smiled gently, so beautifully that my heart nearly jumped out of my chest." "Slipped his breath on my cheek." "Fire and Ice. Some assert that the world will die in the fire, Other - what in the ice; And the world - often it seems to me - nadoimenno Perish in flames. But if the ground waiting for death twice it is in flames. So easy, I find hatred And so I say: Let all the ice will destroy; He, with the flame in a row, Perfect fit " "Black eyes, filled with insane lust of my death, watched his every move, waiting for the moment when my protector lose vigilance. That's when I die." As the world die? The fire Or ice ruin waiting for? I have no doubt: The fire is more dangerous than ice. But if the world afire Not destroy our earthly ball That will give us enough ice Cold hostility. Childhood is not from birth up to a certain age, just one day, child grows up and forgets children's games. Childhood - a kingdom where nobody dies. I can fly But I need his wings I can shine even in darkness But I miss the light that he carries I enjoy singingHe sings My angel Gabriel I can love But I need his heart I am strong even when one But with him I never want to be separated He was here from the beginning My angel Gabriel My angel Gabriel Blessed dayWhen he was born He came to me on angel wings Heavenly I can fly But I need his wings I can shine even in darkness But I miss the light that he carries I enjoy the songs that he sings My angel Gabriel My angel Gabriel My angel Gabriel But before that, from the grave Once again you must go to the world ANDAs a monstrous vampire Under the roof of the home-coming And you will drink in the blood of living His own children In the mist exhausting nights The fate and cursing the sky Under the shelter of the gloomy silence, Vopeshsya chest children, wives, Moments of life by reducing, But before I die In your father, they recognize Either the. Bitter curses Your deadly embrace In their hearts mournful rock While not Will fly Flowers of your family miserable ... When the bloody lips Gnashing sharp teeth In the grave, howling you come, You spirits of hell ottolknesh His own terrible seal Inevitable curse. Who am I? Artist that prevents paint And slowly draws the life of the canvas, Mosaic of different designs: That is, there is or has already passed. Who am I? Dancer that performs a solo On the stage of life, under the silent chord That Waltz slipping, the Tarantella beating, Revolving, falling or flying high. Who am I? The writer that inserts chapter In the history of the book of life difficult, In the story a tragic and funny, About life and death, about loyalty, joy, pain. Who am I? Creator? Or Creation? His fate in life, Where in the chaos of cold Providence I have only one path is destined to go. Night. Flashlight. Moon. At one shop girl. Around the gloomy and dark, And her face was pale ... In her mind one thing - Only a blur, In that spot is OH And he is clearly fascinated by ...Two hours had already sits For her he is poisonous "How could he? Why? In her eyes he became nothing ... For six months they have already m