Author of quotes: Guillaume Apollinaire

Beauty is not appreciate you in the least.
How many charming women became
Victims of ruthless sting!
Eve, Cleopatra... By God
I still would add two or three.


Quote in English

Don Pedro, the Prince, four
Camels on a long journey started,
The world examined and admired.
And I could... what's wrong?
Still used camels. Four!

Flash days each other after
As the mouse is called what?
I have lived twenty-eight years.
Crumb spogen I, o God!

My other pastime:
They are like the tusks of the elephant.
About dead purple!.. The burden of fame
You only pay for the words.

The mountain in the distance was bathed with the sunset
Our kiss as juice currant tech
And the night of the autumnal glimmering agate
In tears Paducah stars fell at our feet
Entwined wings of love and death over us
Gypsies songs sitting around campfires
He raced the train looking into the distance eyes open
We peered into the night coastal cities

And you will smile - well, what came to mind you
Nonsense! "In nine hundred and some year
I loved the poet - and he was silent,
And ugly was what sort of year..."
Alas, I am ugly, and you of all mortals beautiful
And wait for the knight, you promised,
To bring a welcome Mirage
Where is the happiness to be together to become magical dreams.
Noble lords will bow before you,
Caress promises diamond and emerald -
Then, away from you, with broken hearts,
The shadows are poor and pale die...

Lightest shade you to fly to again
And as if reluctantly trying to play
Nocturne or romance in which the heart is sinking, ―
So much so that the sound goes out, only finger touch keys,
And the piano followed as mourner, moaning.

Delirious he did not know where
With an old book over the Seine
And the pain as the river water
With its endless change
And my days are like years


Quote in English

The size of the heart as great
Like the back of a respectable lady from Damascus
But the chest is pierced by seven swords of anguish
Beautiful I am all love and affection
The heart and tear the damn swords

Decent Panther beauty
Look whores with regret and a plea
My gorgeous then
I fancied that even above the fate
Omnipotent these bitter lips
Track left her views
At night, the traces Paducah stars
Her eye sockets were floating Naiads
And our fairy was saddened to tears
Kisses where burned the fires of hell

I found the courage to look back
The corpses of past days
Strew my path I want them to mourn
Here they dolivayut inside Italian churches
Or in groves of lemon trees
Flowering and fruiting
At the same time in the same season
And the other choked sob dying in taverns
Where bouquets spolokhov crumbled in the eyes
The ebony that invented poetry
And in the garden of my memory even to this day
Bloom bushes electric roses

Live Babylon
In the accumulation of human
With a single law
With one language
Zadvinie bolts
Deaf housing
All apart From any
Joy its

I love Golden time Oh, how I love your sounds
When the apples fall from the branches in the deep solitude
And the wind and the grove weaving trustingly hands
Inconsolable tears drop leaf leaf

Who knows what awaits us? Who knows what will happen?
And strong will, and mean to be.
And death will come and death will condemn...