Kaip seniai ragavau drėgno, su saulės šiluma sumišusio oro... :)
Palengva apsidairau... Ogi tikrai, jau taip seniai nemačiau tos sodriai žalios žolės...
Kiekvieną dieną reikia gimti iš naujo, kad vakare galėtum pravirkti iš džiaugsmo - baigėsi dar viena nepakartojama diena! ;)

Ir vėl pavasaris... Vėl drėgnas žemės kvapas dirgina plaučius... :)

The life is wonderful...:)

Vėjas nerimsta...

ir vis dėlto, blues'as ramina...

;)

.......

The Beatles

When I'm 64

When I get older,
losing my hair,
many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,
birthday greetings,
bottle of wine?

If I've been out
till quarter to three,
would you lock the door?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty-four?

You'd be older too,
and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy
mending a fuse,
when your lights are gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside.
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden,
digging the weeds,
who could ask for more?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the isle of Wight
if it's not too dear.
we shall scrimp and save,
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave.

Send me a postcard,
drop me a line,
stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say.
Yours sincerely, wasting away.

Give me your answer,
fill in a form, -
mine for ever more.
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me
when I'm sixty-four?

The Beatles

When I'm 64

When I get older,
losing my hair,
many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?If I've been outtill quarter to three,would you lock the door?Will you still need me,will you still feed me,when I'm sixty-four?You'd be older too,and if you say the word, I could stay with you. I could be handymending a fuse,when your lights are gone.You can knit a sweater by the fireside.Sunday mornings go for a ride.Doing the garden,digging the weeds,who could ask for more?Will you still need me,will you still feed me,when I'm sixty-four?Every summer we can rent a cottage in the isle of Wightif it's not too dear.we shall scrimp and save,Grandchildren on your kneeVera, Chuck and Dave.Send me a postcard,drop me a line,stating point of view.Indicate precisely what you mean to say.Yours sincerely, wasting away.Give me your answer,fill in a form, -mine for ever more.Will you still need me,will you still feed mewhen I'm sixty-four.

Good Day Sunshine!!!;)