Hello,Metthew.

Soon Crismas.My city in festive gown from varicoloured lights.People wait holiday and happiness.Time, to think about past and future.

We live as on vulcan, and life as game of shooting gallery.In this shooting, each - fall victim.We name sinful this world,but their own sin cut no figure.

We guilty in incomprehension our of the friends and closes.We often defraud them.And in Country of the Love - blaze bridges for us.We look at world through glass of the disillusionment.

This imperfect world - consist from us.He this is - our actions and our feelings.This world will not become better , if we do not change.

People must become better,then and world will become better.

ROOIBOS.