Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 157041)

Ahead - two thirds of life. And from this understanding it is sweet to breathe, and I want to guzzle this life, distinguishing the dizzying confusion of being shades of bitterness and happiness, love and pain, light and darkness, myself.. and you, of course.
Ahead sex life. And that in itself is a reason to learn to be happy. And to leave on a crossroads of roads, and breathe in the wind and laugh, just because the sky is deeper and wider than any words, because there is something to strive for and who to wish.
Ahead - a quarter of life. A quarter of the whispering tales of the trees, the wet pavement, the smell of sea and sun, warm gentle hands and lips consonant, songs and poems. And even a scattering of wrinkles around the eyes - only dear to your heart, the memory of such honest, such beautiful smiles.
We still have time. To live, to breathe, naubise, suffer much plenty. We still have time to touch the hand of the stars and write your best poem to make someone happy and read the books that laid in the drawer. We still have time to travel the world and look into the eyes of each soul. We still have time, because there is - there are still a few minutes.