Author of quotes: Al Quotion. Page 3

Childhood ended at seven and scattered time.

But you're coming back time is deceiving, love your lonesome crowded city, love your country blind.

But I'm in the drafts of your soul draw the profile of the morning sun.

I have done this a long school the rain has passed well the examination of the black wind. But what's next? The sky.

Spring always starts with the sky.

You know why I love the city? On the background of the stone, we - only a brief moment.

So you're a poet? The legs then hear the poetry of the road.

And when you leave don't forget to extinguish the light in me.

But there's something more usual channel. And there is something more than we do.

Nothing is going to happen. Do you hear, my friend? Nothing. Nothing is going to happen. Why are you still waiting for?

And sees the universe from a de-energized soul.

Want to be naked to the soul, yatak want, Lord have mercy, not to drink, to sing, to reap, and to live, and don't go - dance around the world.

Put the grain-God directly into the soul, but I didn't know how to sow the grain.

The days are so short that you missed.