But All Drowned In Libyan Tears

I was watching movie on Lybia, and then I recieved your letter. The movie was sad and serious, your letter was much better. Your letter was strong, but scratchy. Was mainly about love. and maybe I am too touchy - as if sharp-clawed scratching my back. There were too many emotions hiding behind the lines, As a snow avalance - knotty. And I don't like when people hide. And the second thing I paid heed to - Selfish love-affair seemed too small, And Gaddafi - greater than Shakespeare, Life - more impressive than stage board. Even Pushkin seemed less important, (though that poem was crucial to him - farewell to his beloved girl-freind) . But all drowned in Libyan tears.