I don't understand what are you talking about. Could you tell me more about left-handed cigarettes.
Your poem is also beautiful Yulia. But I don't think Gipsys make love in bed. More like on the grass.
When we get together, I'll read to you more poems of my friend Artem. For me he is the best poet, because the more drunk he gets- the better poems he writes. That is the pure talent. So, actually did Shevchenko. If he wasn't as drunk as he was on his birthday- he'd probably lived longer.
Regards...