By the straight petholini on a January night curved notes dissolve wet hands. It rains. Maybe it was snow. Only a bit of hope in my pocket was left. And I want that, there a beggar to give it, he fell

Splashes from the heat they fly fiery winking! .. It is warm!.. And colorful in the dark!.. They are shimmering colors fiery in red! .. They are reeling tears are pitiful in fullness Minor! ..

I fell for a while in the empty ... in the nothingness ... And I realized that my love and freedom were somewhere in the infinite space outside the circle ... the silent, unspoken words ... discrepancies

And why do I try at all? But it lives in my heart and my thoughts will be recorded. It looks like old love, exciting, sparkling like wine. He blames me with his waves, loves me in fine sea ... As a returning

Do you hear the call of the wild, the wolf in you hidden? He wants the wild - beautiful the road to freedom open. He wants the debris, wants rebellion and blood. He's looking for his, Comrades in battle

Your beauty overshadows the morning glow, and the goodness of the angel's aura! Canvas with magical radiance your fingers are creating! Is it worthy to be your muse? How did the wizard find me? with an

I often ask myself what makes a person go to the dangers to unravel some secrets of life or surrounding surroundings that would not bring him any prospect, except perhaps kind of soulful satisfaction.

My horse, jump, cross the fields! The sun went down, the twilight fell, the moon will shine every moment. Run, horse, this night is dark, breathe with a nostril flame, throw a mane - to ride, come to light,

Choosing сhocolate reveals the character of a person! Naive people like to eat milk chocolate. Those who fall for natural chocolate are materialists, are excited about the future and leave no unresolved

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There was a little more left. The road will be over soon. And it will come to no avail. From the burden, which you have so far worn. A few direct things to confuse, and two mountains to climb left only

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We are looking for a treasure that we actually hide in a sleepy state because of unbelief that we do not sleep, unfortunately in a "fever for gold" - from the cold we fall asleep ... Love loses

Rain clouds in the sky are worn. thoughts gloomy and anxious my life mowed. There is no joy - just sorrow and loneliness eternal. There is no faithful hand to me and a word of heart. no gray hair with

I will create endlessly until the end of the world and long after that with words and words with a brush and a pencil with gust and heart with spirit and thought with sound and light I will seek peace

Тhe last lokomotive for the last city he can not go any farther here you will lay your head before the last threshold the last enemy where do you go man? is this life already? grab the last train for the

My soul is blind but different of all nursing in the darkness! That's why it's indecent for others the news that I will see again... That light - will warm me with a feeling, born in the sad field. From

My day started wonderful, wonderful - with prayer, reading the Bible, songs! We have encouraged ourselves early in the morning with Tatiana - my poetic, spiritual sister. And then every one with a smile

I will take a bath in the moss and copper will flow from me. I will bear the sunrise and I will hide you again in the aura of your heavenly tears. My blood is truly true now will purify you from the memory.

I support the sky with my palms and it is so tired and overflowing with grayness which spills her hair on roofs guarding sighs between venous strikes every awakening and at that moment wind money in my