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Wake up in the morning and think of her, remember her face - a second sun...

People love each other, and that was it! This is the most incredible and the most simple in the world.

Should be, we are the first generation of lovers separated by time and space...

... in her life was always plenty of love, participation, but in order to make it all the happiness she lacked only one thing: a little bit of craziness.

In an untrustworthy vessel, such as a piece of paper, you can attach only unreliable unreliable memories or thoughts.

And she thinks about the time when I lived Johann Sebastian Bach and when the music was like a rose blooming on a vast snowy wilderness of silence.

No. We don't die. Die time. About damn time. It dies continuously. And we live. We continue to live. When you Wake up in the spring when you fall asleep - fall, and between them a thousand times flashed winter and summer, and if we love each other, we are eternal and immortal, like the beating of the heart, or rain, or wind, and is a lot. We vegative days, my beloved, and lose years! But who cares who it bothers? A moment of joy - that's life! Only it is closest to eternity. Your eyes twinkle, Stardust streams through infinity, gods decrepit, but your mouth is young. Between us trembles riddle - You and I, Call and Response, born the evening dusk, the enthusiasm of all who loved... It's like a dream vines, fermented in a storm of Golden hops... the Screams of frenzied passion... They come from the most ancient times...

The only consolation is the simplest. Water, breath, evening rain. Only the one who alone understands it.

There on the ground the second You.

Sometimes there are days when it is present in every hours, and such hours, when it is present in every minute. I still sometimes sleep and Wake with her name on his lips. Often I find myself also on the fact that looking at her face in the street crowd; I know, it's impossible to meet her here, but I can not resist, it's stronger than me...

People can close their eyes and not see the greatness, horror, beauty, and plug my ears and not hear people or words. But they can't resist the aroma. Because aroma is a brother of breath. With the aroma it will enter into people, and they will not be able to protect ourselves from it, if you want to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to the heart, and decided categorical judgment about the sympathy and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. Who owns the smell owns the people's hearts.

Probably, God knows what he's doing. Found He me you.

I have no idea how to look in your eye when they are crying.

It is difficult to find words when you really have something to say.