Day becomes brighter, from anxious thoughts
all the feeling of being dust down to the bottom.
To dilute the lines of all flour experience, to
learn the fate of the lesson, to pull away together.
From the prevailing situation
to get out and get out -
no matter how many shares, at
wherever they have to adjust.
When everything is destroyed into dust
and all hope that it will last keel,
do not expect unintentional miracles,
but firmly grasp the wheel of your ship.
The path we choose
leads further to the horizon,
even when we're playing,
we need to put something on the phone.
Boundary atmosphere
How many years have passed,
how much to wait in front,
only in the soul there will be light,
its place in the world to be found.
know the essence of amazing things,
but there may not be enough confidence
to be better and better.
Discover your own way, patience and persistence for
reveals all the essence of what is hidden in the sky.
Looking at the horizon, from century to century,
to stand on the road to success.
As autumn approaches,
bird flying to flight
You, you will leave the moose on
the ancient streets of the capital.
All this romantic heritage
has turned life into a comedy.
In seeking freedom and love,
how much does it take to go?
The world is just visible
tart, like lemon,
dust from the books will
carried by the wind of times.
No one teaches how to be yourself,
how does one go alone,
whether he finds his love
or fall in some ravine.
What
the kind of fate that lies ahead, what power is hidden in us,
to change the usual rhythm
into what game to play.
Memories of dreams and words,
time has passed,
in the silence of the night - at the bottom of the soul
, where the days have not passed.
Discover the depth of opportunity,
play the flute from those days,
no matter what the difficulty,
let contemplate dissolve the shadows.
Smoke enveloped the sky,
and the frost holds everything inside,
and just from time to time singing,
ostensibly because of three.
This means that we experience feelings,
and we are not bored,
and this means that happiness
still in outer space.
And we repeatedly show up with
new funny or sad stories,
which, like the next spring,
makes us believe in miracles.
On sandy beaches, butterflies full of butterflies,
as if in the center of a lighted bulb,
on the sidelines of a museum wrapper
buried their memories.
Outside the windows, high-rise buildings
and the sky - as always,
but settled on the shelves
the book is so familiar.
image barely visible -
peering at whether in desire,
whether in the old photos -
pass the cable overhead.
And whatever happens along the way,
smiling and determined to go -
start from the moment
the dream of hidden meaning.
I was drunk like a glass of sherry,
slim waist, bending graceful neck,
soft scent of the blooming garden
it's look and deep.
Cover the colored headscarf
and the aroma of fruit tea,
Disney fairy tale
with a smile from warm-may.
Tell me, who needs all these lines, does
it is possible to reach that point,
why the nature of vision is good for the eyes
and not given to the hand at once?
For the sky is not enough said,
no secrets,
for not getting an answer
from where not to seek parties.
Constantly fighting against the wall,
which is a roadblock,
release the wind,
putting the finishing touches.
The highest of all art is
reach the bottom, at
where the sound does not penetrate, at
where the emptiness reigns.
The secret style of the worldview,
build step by step,
stretches plant to sky,
thoughts will be rewarded.
Summer smoky with happiness,
and winter with warm hope,
in the back streets the glass road looks
will be illuminated by knowledge.
Just reflected in the eye
depth of all experience
who will dream in a dream
which hides red-hot pebbles.
Hope for human prudence,
that the world continues to stand,
that intelligence is living in humans,
that can not be embraced.
Carpet woven from leaves,
spread under the feet,
show
that the world is born of a dream.
The world is constantly changing,
but the main thing remains forever
, not erased in the memory, it is
remain in the heart forever.
Life is samostihiyna,
as a research theme or novel,
like a wise song verse -
it's a spontaneous element
and shoot cereal.
The cultural miracle - the creation of the mind,
such as architectural structure,
the line states so tight,
and so many different parts,
no matter what opinion,
continue to stand upright,
such as happy shooting,
but they are like books and power,
burned in the era of history.
Not here forever,
everything under the sun was born
waiting for your own night
and it will be burned.
