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- Mar 4, 1985 (Age: 37)
- Los Angeles, CA
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- Antony Silva was last seen:
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- Mar 4, 1985 (Age: 37)
I like to run in the park in the morning, getting up at 6 o'clock and going to the stadium to make circles. I enjoy it when I can do what I want and how much I want, and no one is around.
- Los Angeles, CA
I like to sit at home on Christmas night, on Christmas Eve by the battery, look out the window and see how a blizzard and a blizzard swept the city. Only 10 cm away from me the temperature is minus 15, and where I am, it is warm and cozy. And also at this time I like to drink green tea without sugar.
I love to walk down the street and see young couples kissing in front of my eyes, but they think that no one sees them, and when they notice me they immediately begin to laugh quietly, wait until I pass, and continue.
I like swimming. I swim until the body is completely tired. The process itself does not bother me at all. The pool is good, but crossing the small, quiet rivers is much better. Unity with nature, the environment.
I love my pillow. I will never trade it for any other. It is already so old, deformed that many, when they see it, think that it is not a pillow at all. She's like a gibb-took the shape of my head when I sleep and this shape cannot be changed in any way. It also smells like morning grass after rain.
I love milk. can't live without him. Neither tea, nor coffee, nor juices energize me as much as one glass of milk drunk in the early morning. After it, all drowsiness and reluctance to start working at such an early hour instantly disappears - strength, mood, desire to work appear. Milk is my energizer.
I like music. No, I love music. I practically cannot live without her. Always wearing headphones. I wake up, have breakfast, go to the institute (and the road is about an hour) - in headphones with music, during breaks between couples, in headphones, sometimes I listen to music in especially boring couples. Naturally, the way back after class is alone with the music. Well, at home, of course, in your free time headphones.
I love cinema. Oh, one of the cores of my love. Movies change me like chewing gum teeth. Some films made me turn my worldview, my views on the world around us. They made me who I am now, and this is just the beginning. Thanks to the cinema, I was able to learn what, perhaps, in the future I would never have known.
I love to wear sunglasses. Mostly mirrored.I saw such telecomasia Not used to showing eyes, and there is nothing special about them. It's a pity that I have poor eyesight, otherwise I would wear them on every warm and sunny day. and this happens less and less.
I love to walk. Hiking is both enjoyable and healthy. Perhaps. I forgot the day when I went to the Institute by public transport. Always crush, crush, "did not have time to reach", "wait, open ... Freak, left!" Their two legs decide.
I love to walk along the embankment in the early morning. Simply adore. At 6-7 am there are no people at all. It's like a dead city. Such a feeling that you are not in the center of the European chatsi of Russia, but on some unprecedented island in the Pacific Ocean during the rainy season. And when a strong wind blows, something like a "sandstorm" begins on the beach. the river becomes invisible from the pavement, it feels like you are an archaeologist in the Sahara desert. Class. And then you go back, go up the mountain. The river is getting narrower, the beach is getting smaller. In short, the further you climb, the less you notice interesting details, you see only the "background", "panorama", which was seen before you and after thousands of people.
I love making a scallop on my head. Hairstyle a la Style of English hooligans. "And stubble ... Brutality is my second element
I love autumn. Namely, leaf fall. It is impossible to convey those feelings when you walk in the park and it feels like you are walking not on the ground, but on gold. Thousands of fallen leaves lie at your feet. On the one hand, trees entering the winter hibernation have thrown off their "dead particles", but on the other hand, how beautiful it looks against the general background of the autumn park. And this sound, what a sound it is! When the breeze blows and all this gold, like smoke, evaporates from your legs and flies wherever the air current draws them. This "furrowing" of dry foliage cannot be conveyed in words, you need to hear it yourself. And this crackle when you step on them ... As if you are walking in the snow ... golden snow.
I love when it rains. All its types are warm summer, drizzling and cold autumn, the first rain of spring. I like to walk in rainy weather, I like to get wet to the skin, walking along the deserted streets of a damp city. When all people are hiding in shops, in arches, sitting at home or running at all stages, escaping only with an umbrella and jumping over puddles like athletes, I walk along the road, splashing with my wet shoes and sniffling. I like the sound of rain, when drops, flying hundreds, thousands of meters, loudly beat on the roofs and windows of cars, on the windowsills of apartments, on the asphalt ... Coming home I throw things into the dryer, change clothes, brew hot strong coffee, sit in an armchair in a warm room and look out the window onto the street where I was a minute ago. And the next morning I go out again, again walking along the same road, but already enjoying the clear weather, breathing the smell of asphalt, which is dried by the rays of the sun.