tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890748347177874430.post3385363827217858457..comments2017-05-30T06:11:27.369+04:00Comments on Moments in Yerevan: Ray of hopeChronics of Yerevanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14001781589189453354noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890748347177874430.post-46169060101366496362008-11-18T12:53:00.000+04:002008-11-18T12:53:00.000+04:00"What beautiful roses, what a pity they’re weather..."What beautiful roses, what a pity they’re weathered” said the janitor picking them up. “I’ll put them in water"...... i rather not be in a relationship i guess for me being the janitor is more then enough picking abondened flowers that are left behind !!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890748347177874430.post-84296775056078091022008-11-11T20:18:00.000+04:002008-11-11T20:18:00.000+04:00I hear you weep so far from me I taste your tears ...I hear you weep so far from me <BR/>I taste your tears like you’re next to me <BR/>And I know <BR/>That our prayers are not enough to give <BR/>Oh the ancient runes so deep and so dear <BR/>The revelation is our patron fear <BR/><BR/>love is a end and a biggining at the same time....4 childrenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17554234827910464160noreply@blogger.com