Scattered on the pavement heart of paper colorful today stopped me. And perhaps after a midnight joke there, shining from the rays, were silent - for the pieces of torn souls, for the hopes end up burned,

February turns in quiet sunsets tired houses and streets. And he swallows stars into tiny morsels, and the Moon is just a dreamless one. Trails quenched into the trees with their breath warmed them to

Because in this world there is no chance ... I am not accidentally in you! You are in me, and two divide the day ... Thought I provoke for our non-occurrences in being, ambiguities emerged - understood.

Pour me wine, Mom - old, mature, from what you did with love from grandfather. Pour over and let me drink, guilty conscience to erase, without him the grapes do not give birth, rot! Did not teach me, how

I learned to wait with a glass of wine what has passed and it - without even happening. To remember without breathing I learned, to be a fire in the fireplace and let no one warm. I want myself in the

Asleep on my door, I was hoping for the hope. Hope - she is already old, the lonely hope of the flight. Hope does not get lost in loneliness, you often gossip it with your dream and as a herb against death,

How easy to treat wounds, when you respond to the blow with kindness. When you make yourself better, how just everything is this. And the horizon is pure of your dreams. The sky cleared again. How just

Love her for me, clothe it with compliments, makes her world perfect, delete our moments. At least now one of us to be happy forever, and the other crying aloud as in a dream of self-indulgence. One should

I'm jealous of wine sparkling, which by kiss kisses your lips, who loves you like love, with the bliss of the smile tastes you. I'm jealous of red wine, which as your palm caresses you, it touches you

I did not drive away your loneliness. And the days melted in gray ashes. And the road between us is wild now, in hundreds of mistakes and lies twisted. And the feeling that I failed again even for a moment

I will love you today and tomorrow, and then, when the sunset in my eyes peeks, even with my life to forgive - probably no one else will love that! I will love you always humble, you will be in my short

I know, I do not write nicely, not with flowers of wildflowers, but with the letters of black ink, and often for gray stuff. For wet dirt roads, during the dark and cloudy days, for the gray shades of

Sometimes, if you do not get used to loneliness, you can die. I did not get used to it, but I quit day after day. From your words, it hurts more, then to cut with a knife. If only I could get you, to feel

Blind to see, we go to feel ... Under the veil of memories in the darkness of the night she was drawing the silence and I out of the window in my room, I saw them in heaven I watched ... I heard the song,

Has the magic prince arrived !? Finally! I wait for you, not too long - one hundred years. I stand alone in this dusty room, my soul is waiting ... Did you come, young prince !? Finally! Well, come on,

I do not write long with one hand, I write with both - it drives me. And from time to time I put a little soul, not to let the stubble remain on me. I sometimes overslept this land, to look for a forgotten,

Sprawled, I started to go down, and it has blown into me as an infection, I was ready for her, I did not give up, and when I cried, I did not notice. My wings swiftly surrender, When the scissors turned

A sea of ​​sadness is my soul, sad wave, wave after wave! Wash me, sea, the wound bleeding now, the wounded heart bleeding from love. I am back to you as before, my sea, to you I am, only the dark sky

Do not fly away from my room by night, my bird, love, ... I want you! Look, our walls are now a golden cage, if you go, outside is endless! Stay with me, stay at night, my love songs ... dreaming! ...

My little light star, you in the dark shine joyfully, you are spreading in my hand, I laugh at you and my soul laughs. You enlighten my way in the night, you are a piece of starry cake, all sweetly asleep