Author of quotes: Maurice Brown

Once again, the evening is full of darkness,
Bells ringing in the far distance.
You're humming on the way home -
Perhaps, as the saints sang.
But you, rather, like a shepherd,
Hurrying his way of things.
And why is it so silent night,
But that star above the garden as trembles?


Quote in English

To be the sky, not knowing
And to be migratory as a flock,
And, rising above the ground,
To be the dust, wise and simple,
Be it, time is fleeting,
And be like the wind, endless.

Apple is not enough
To decorate the table.
Apple is not enough
To make the garden bloom.
But man
Enough with others
Fair share
The Apple one.

If breaking trouble
In the door of your abode,
Don't call you never
Guardian angels.
Them a call
And otherwise:
If the demons of love
All of you exhausted.

In his eyes the flame trembled
Sudden was jumping
It seemed sharper than a dagger
Bared fangs;
And he killed sometimes,
Since it was created:
He ate meat and grass
To eat could not.

I'm thinking about
When the dull day,
In the afternoon on the day similar
Someone who was of a weak mind,
Now I believe that in the sky
God cares about him.

How many, how many not!
How much will be unearthed!
In between I whose body
Leaned on the parapet.
Behind me century
No disaster and suffering,
Ahead of me century
Without much improvement.

The nightmare of all those same crimes
The heat of the night amusements,
And as always here and there
War or two, and beat
Of guns, and infantry running,
And the government seizes someone
Someone plunging to the ground;
And the same hunger, the same fear;
And the day that is reflected in the newspaper
Not tell the difference at first glance
From the day in the world
Five or ten years ago.

And the street is inevitable
Crawled outside my window
On a normal day. There were men passing by,
And every thought of his.

Nobody said
And tears no one Lil.
Everyone was waiting for: Blowjob time
It would be a burden.
But there were sages,
Prelates and priests,
Crosses, tiaras, thrones,
Kings and, finally,
Was the Golden calf,
Which still
Dictates the laws.

Sir, what can I say?
Have you read books a lot,
But about Shakespeare to interpret
You kind of had not been molested.
You are all in the business. From year to year
You have one problem:
To increase your income
And become even richer.

The gun he bought
Just for fun,
The gun he bought
And in case it was stored.
Since the gun you bought,
To do something necessary.
Since the gun you bought,
We need to remove the case.
The gun he bought himself.
Just for fun.
The gun he bought himself,
Birds were fired, animals were fired
And in the end one day
Man shot and killed.

You are my water and my fire.
You're in my week is Sunday.
Line of fate in my hand
You've been imprinted since birth.

People watched it because of the curtains.
All in a hurry, the end of the flea market there.
The nod, he'll join the conversations
The smile of the counter in response.
"How small everything! How transient!
Holidays and weekdays so small!" -
He whispered to himself, eyes staring
For bouquets, balloons, flags.
The years went by. The universe is mute
Eternal continued its flight.
And still, hats lifting,
Who in a conversation will come, who nod.
Sea, sky blue expanse.
Short life is nearing the limit.
Someone who is looking from behind the curtains,
Someone suddenly looked sad.