Book: The bitter chocolate. The book of consolations

And only one night I want to be an empty body - without you. Feel the smells, and not sadness, to enjoy the warmth and cold, and not memories. To freeze, just freeze and not homesick. Leave me alone, o my soul, at least from midnight to dawn. I will return to you without prejudice, and you will again be able to enter into me, to kiss in the eye, habitually Osipov in the chest - from the inside. You potopchutsya and just hang out here, which usually, below the throat, above the nipples, warm and complain again and again. As long as you want. But now, in just one night, let go of the body to be just flesh. I promise to avoid.

There is nothing more beautiful than to love someone at a distance, avoiding not only physical intimacy, but a simple meeting. The perfect Union of two souls, imperishable and insatiable, what can be better?

Thank you, dear, that you were with me. And now I am moving on.

Suddenly feel that life loves you. Someone from the start, and someone suddenly comes. You strive for years to get and goes. Already losing hope, when one day she turns around and looks at you. In the eye look, choose from all, and falls in love. And the kind of happiness that does not describe "life is a miracle", the world is yours.

It's hard to say how much love I had, in a sentimental mood I think that three, good in two, in a fit of honesty come to the conclusion that one. In desperation I think I've never loved anyone.

And sometimes the anticipation of love, as "bride", as I call it. Sits the maiden, waiting for the unknown Groom, eyes from the window removes the ass from the bench lifts - perhaps the fate of the pass by? She goes down another street.

... scientists really don't understand how cats purr. To find out, need to let it out, and the cat stops purring when she's open.

How I see it someone else? Yes about the same as he is to see me, razljubish.

And there is nothing funnier than women who did not see their colors. A quick glance at his hands, the same which used to meet dad from work - that brought? - and immediately looks away: did not expect, in General, is not really wanted... eventually she'll learn to watch who came only in the face, but the first five seconds will still hope, every time, every.

Sometimes, when in front of a holiday or special event, the week is almost live, look to the bright Paleokastro, not noticing ordinary Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. And the holiday is then required to pay for these missed days, but never pays back, always remains a shadow of discontent, because there's no such event that could compensate for the wasted piece of life.

Every time they find themselves on the border of their grief (because that's the mountain), she withdraws all the phases of the moon, PMS, or time of year.

All burns and burns the unprotected place between his shoulder blades, and just when you hug me from behind and I pressed my back to your chest, I feel saved.

And now, when I see some girl with a view of the Messiah carries his false cheerful guy, shoving down women, spitting on the apparent neglect on his part, managing to earn money, to confront the world, and even to convince yourself that all right - I realize it is not stupidity or lack of pride, and the hard confidence in the inevitable. If these are suspended, only to give birth to - and then go further.

Life is beautiful. I gasp from the pain. Sometimes.