Circles of light in the sky, headlights that refuse to look at the asphalt. Is it true or true, that all roads are confident, in our own movement. Turn on the heel and look forward. The reflection of your

Perhaps Aladdin he left on my dresser a magical blue lamp and a spirit in my dream has taken hold of me. In a bow bowed his broad back, his chalma with a golden rim only in my bed does not roll, but the

There is no time on the stone steps. It only subsides there. Do not wake him, footsteps! In a moment or two, watch him - a fool can carry in the straw the next moment! The paname hat rips summer. In my

With nine lives ... The fire is drowning quietly in a fireplace ... I do not want your days to steal, but every day in yours to enter ... And let me be a cat ... with nine lives ... The moon lonely in

He walks alone in our path. There is no living man on it ... I think the problems are difficult. I'm on my own! Rowers have not come to row ... There is silence around ... And the morning arriving with

At the station in silence we are sad only two, and the station in its loneliness I'm a dumb witness of another drama. I love you! Do not go with your hand. Do not say words hard to parting, I go because

Bunny fluffy and white, at will he played all day. Running in the grove, guests at the queen. Come to me, my lady, what you are forgotten about. Did you forget that today with the child, you will play

Crumbled light - dropped in the corner, quietly crying. Shadows - there somewhere, far - draw dreams hidden behind thick walls. Looking at a child - Moon, talk. A new path of stars - curls. Imagination

My Sofa On my sofa, Lord, our devil has sat down. In fact, many people passed, But he did not get stuck. I pursue them - they are annoying. Everyone is making a nest. How did they not believe it - as a

Steady Beach, ripening figs, flowers salty, arc narrow, sand gold. Two bodies naked, fig leaves, on her lips Sun Ray, on him - others.

Captured a dream, bubble-dreams Moments of our lips throb - a cloud mad with ropes, as soon as the sunset is beautiful, it gives sighs ... Our shoulders - mountain peaks in the embrace wakes earthquakes,

Do not put my mind within. I can fly through the window. And I think it's too early for my fears to speak to you. Do you smash a piece of cinnamon - my coffee will become smoother. I have not computed

Is not the sun in the sky cosmic immortal God? Do not shine us until it is the moon washes its horn? And in your way-for us infinite, it scraps the globe. In our lives so infinite looks at us only with

The forest blossomed. Like sprinkled ... colors colorful blooming. Beauty divine. But ... here's where ... a bottle of beer, coffee cup, of water mineral cap, ladies dressing ... That's it... human

I was not looking for roads, on dusty paths my heart was singing volitionally. Not just calm or success I wanted, and air was free. Not in stellar shades of oaths I spoke, in the thorn shrubs I swore.

Clouds - a flock of white hammocks several sunrays swing. Spring, so white of shades the branches of the cousin laugh at the sound. Two tulips with tulips speak. The wind flies and laughs the grasses,

With an eye different the sunset peeks above the cloudy waters to breathlessness. The current bears round thoughts and rolling them like stones. So different the birds are being replaced in the adjoining

Nature is so precious to us, and we are trying to become her master. The beautiful planet has sheltered us as a father's house, every day we feed and dress, recharges with new powers gives us shelter ...

I dream ... your lips ... you give me a red rose for goodbye .... You can not see my tears, they have drowned in the cracks of the branches ... But you can feel the pain - the same for both ... I dream

Bloody green fields and miracles countless among them, with eyes distant, with empty veins, crowded with centuries of dust. Legends about heroes you wear, for kings, families, and three seas. For your