Author of quotes: Lena Pitelino

Sunset bottled juice berries.
Baby, you'll be happy. Sleep peacefully.
Night of stars, burning, will fall -
I asked you to come true your dreams.
Autumn sunrise Wake up cool mint...
Summer nights - the smoke of burnt leaves.
You smell like ripe pears and saffron
To remember means to see prophetic dreams

And every day the sun flares at sunset
And every day falls from the sky into the sea.
And each time, thinking: enough
Don't forget the dawn that will soon.

And I think I always envied, forever, not just disappearing in the summer
Hugging his shirts, slackawre his razors, isselbacher his cigarettes.

It's time to get sweaters.
And someone's favorite hands
To bask in your sleeves...
May stretch these minutes.

"And suddenly he's your destiny" -
They talked to me.
And I remember you
Adding the particle "not".

Bless him. He's too incredulous,
He's too cheerful, too quick-tempered, proud.
Bless him from our meeting,
To the gentle kiss on the temple.
Forgive him. Is no indifferent.
He had no illusions, too straight and strict.
I keep and his dreams, and soul,
But I ask that you shore.
I know he is too changeable,
He is a cynic, he can be hasty.
Bless him. He was indifferent to me.
When we are apart, always bless him.

In the darkness, when the fall of all the stars,
When we run out of storms and rains,
Quiet streets and intersections will die...
I hear the steps. Your steps.
Soaked and cold is the air,
But the heat will spread from the inside...
In the darkness, when you fall all the stars.
I'll be waiting. You only come.

These two are sure to come true.
The streets of the city, starry sky overhead.
He loves her. Even when she's pouting.
It always remains with him.
People walk past. Quietly admire.
They have - comfortable shoes, one for two with a bottle of water.
Self. He does not shave, she's not overly powders her face.
In a million crowd they stay together.
Such occasionally argue, not competing.
Happiness is no more important than anything.
Laugh loudly, from the sun bright squint.
The two of them will come true all.

We in any case not worse.
But now we have become a little cynical.
Experienced in weaving lace.
And the words a little do not care.
Throw a glance at the clock wearily.
We hug tight. Less believe.
Know how formal is often "necessary".
Without a doubt close the door.
Laughing sometimes to wheeze,
Remain bitterly vulnerable.
In the world strong too much smoke
And standing in the way of dust.

... because when I was little even scream
I prefer to remain silent.

Memory - also a jump from a height.

Why not call a spade a spade?
We often substitute friends enemies, and enemies friends,
That the person we say is not what we at the tables
And what if we don't need, what we quickly forgot.
That when meeting on the street someone once native,
We would be happy to say Hello first, but we are waiting for the other,
Sometimes a long way bear the disappointment with the result
We are often silent, cursing selective Mat.
We don't always love to read the old, sentimental correspondence,
And that sometimes is not easy to return even the most loved ones.
What tastes change, and some old song invariably touches a nerve,
It is easier to find new than to repair. Fix - it long.
That the native is deprived of ourselves,
That going outside, we stay locked up, with locks.
We're just people, not in some way good or bad.
Playing names. Doomed mortals. Doomed live.

It is not necessary. Do not try to bet.
I live as the last, every day.
Okay. I have everything in order.
I still cast a shadow.

If the Devil once come to me
And ask soul for his antics,
But instead of offering his love,
I inquire the details of the transaction.