
You will be accused of feeling unreal so much, to ignore the real. There will be nothing left for you to do but lie down and listening to the song about the dream of breaking down the impossible wall, Then lighting a cigarette and crying from the smoke. There's nothing left for you to do to live this ridiculous life, than dying 'Cause you're lost in time and high walls And you have lost the formula of ordinary life. Therefore you can only love and ignore your own loving, So you start to feel like Kurt's fish, And therefore they can be eaten, Therefore, you will not be considered guilty for not keeping your own fish alive.
About the author
Mariam Aloyan
Hello, I’m Mariam, I’m 23 years old, I was born in Yerevan. I consider myself an art fan. I love to read books and discuss them with all kinds of people. I love to read books that reveal people’s thoughts and actions. This helps me to know myself. In the world I’m more interested in human, and in the process of creating I am interested in the most ordinary human problems. Life would be extremely dull without music and especially the Beatles. I can always listen to old rock music. I believe in Beatles’ music and the love they spread, and I’m sure that the real love and devotion can save people. I work at Zangak bookstore, trying to help people find interesting books, and discuss with them their favorite books. Besides this I conduct interviews with cultural figures about various topics leaving the book in the main topic. You sent I love and read modern literature, because I think that everybody should be aware of modern developing cultural and literary lifestyles. I will be happy to constantly develop my knowledge, find new and interesting friends, so that I always have a topic to create. I like to dream and believe in my dreams.
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