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It was first music video my mother got from a friend.

Girls band singing, dancing.

I didn't understand a word, it was in English.

I thought may be they were saying:

Life is not what you see,

Life is what you dream.

I had never seen so much clothes, so much shoes.

We had nothing close, nothing to chose.

For me that song, the girls, music,

Became freedom knocking my door:

Life is not what you see,

Life is what you dream.

Lines in the unemployment office,

No more Soviet Union.

We had no idea what to do.

Parents are busy, nowhere to go after school.

Hiding in the old empty building,

School bags on the floor.

Cheap vodka, cigarettes, sprays, glue.

A boy is asking me to drink:

Try and you will see real things.

I tried only one time,

Because that evening

The girls band was singing on our dirty street.

They were singing only for me:

Life is not what you see.

Life is what you dream…

A nurse and a soldier,

Destroyed burning, they are only who left from a group.

1945, winter, the Second World War.

Can we make it?  - she asks.

He smiles like nothing is wrong at all:

If I was with someone else, I don't know,

When I am with you, I know, I can,

And so can you.

Don't go close to the window.

Their dialog:

Why are you here, a young girl like you? (he)

Men, - she answers.

Just one, the one you love, - he likes her and wants to know.

No, men…(she)

You went under fire because of men?! (he)

I told I was going for my country, - she smiles may be dreaming.

You have medals, men must love you. (he)

They do. (she)

What are you going to do after the war?

Be a doctor? (he)

I want to be a teacher, it's good to teach children, right?

She smiles back, waiting for his approval.

We will teach them how to live without war.

Are you going back home? (she)

I don't have home, my city was bombed in 1941. (he)

Do you want to go with me, - she asks.

To my small city.

We have beautiful places, river, forest, rye lands.

You can meet my parents, my grandmother.

We have a house in the forest,

Near beautiful river, it goes through the forest.

I have my own tree, birds made a nest on it.

When I was leaving to the army,

People said it’s for good luck and I will be back.

I will go with you, - the soldier says quietly.

Now, you have to get out from here.

Why? (she)

They won't let us go together,

Take off your uniform.

I am a soldier and you are only a girl. (he)

What about you?

The nurse is asking looking deeply in the soldier’s eyes.

I cover you, go. (he)

No, I am not leaving you.

We will stay right here together and wait until the war will end.

I am not leaving you. (she)

They got married after the war.

After many times, after many days,

After perfect and not so perfect ways.

I believe in love,

I believe myself.

I believe that every day is a perfect day.

Never give up hope,

Never run away.

Make your everyday be a perfect day.

One thousand dreams,

One thousand thoughts.

One thousand "yes",

One thousand "not".

Summer sunshine today is my friend

Whispering quietly:

Go, go!

Don't be afraid.

Different road, nothing the same.

My thousand lights will brighten your day.

Do you think you have done enough
Ask your life:
Have I done enough?
And the life will laugh:
Smile my baby!
See how beautiful I am,
I dress up for you every day.
Look at my hair, the sun shining trough,
Touch!

Bright golden, the color of first spring flowers.
I washed it in warm morning rain.
Look at my eyes, blue.
Do you see the sky?
Look at my lips, let me give you a kiss.
It's summer strawberry.
You like my dress, green, color of all the trees.
Hug a tree and make a wish,
The wish will come true just for you.

And my dress, is it beautiful, with precious gem stones, stars.
Do you know how much I love you…

When you dream and want,

Wish, believe and see.

And for dreamers always,

Magic world to be.

With eternal power and forever hope,

Dreams come true no matter what.

I want you to be happy,

After all, the shortest ever poem in the world.

One of the most important things we have

Is our open wings.

How many times we touch the ground,

The wings will bring us up.

Our dreams, love, desire, believe, passion,

People who truly care and never let us go down.

They are our open wings.

When you say you are in love,

Still everything is falling apart,

Something bothers from inside

And you have no idea why.

Because this is not love.

Love is a beautiful feeling.

It's written on your face

And sparkling in your eyes.

This what love is,

The feeling you can see and touch.

Close your eyes,

What do you see?

Smile!

Do you see flower garden,

Apple trees?

Do you feel wind blows on the grass?

Look deeper,

Give me your hand.

Do you see blue sky, sun?

Remember,

Love is a beautiful feeling.

Once upon time,

Once upon dream

On the empty road,

Walking trough storm,

Rain, cold wind.

They had no idea what to do next.

Not until heard word "Go".

Will you wait forever for the darkest night.

Or you say that may be stars can never fly.

Will today, tomorrow always be the same.

Will mistakes from yesterday be mistakes again.

Will you tell a baby to just give it up.

Or your say:

My dear, you will win and fight.

You are child, little bigger,

Look at brightest sky,

There are stars that always fly, fly, fly..

Songs are playing on the radio day and night.

Singers, writers are getting world awards.

She is here in a small cafe right on the beach of Caribbean Sea.

Writing for a while, a long while by the way.

Hotel band is playing Reggie,

Boy who cleans the tables are reading her notes.

Some pages only with three words:

I love you.

Nice notebook, the pen is nice too.

Will she win anything? 

Oscar, Grammy?

For her “I love you”.

She didn’t made these words, is not the first who said it.

She is only feeling it,

All she sees and hears is him.

Close to midnight, small cafe on the beach,

Caribbean Sea, Atlantic Ocean on one side, Pacific Ocean.

Thunder lights, loud music is playing.

And all she sees and hears is him.

No Internet, only one question,

When it’s back on.

Stuck on the dark Jamaican mountains,

Tourist bus driving on the age of the hills,

Strange man selling not cookies, but weed,

Buying gifts, talking someone.

She doesn’t really care,

All she thinks and hears is him.

She is going to eat this huge bun now with butter,

Have dinner, lunch, get fat,

Stay under hot sun, doesn’t care.

Her inner voice is happily sleeping for weeks.

Leave her alone, he says.

All she does is thinking about him,

All she sees and hears is him.