Author of quotes: Guillaume Apollinaire. Page 1

Now in Paris you walking in the crowd one himself-friend
Herds of buses grunt and race around
Longing you a ring compresses the ice
As if you never will you love
You used in the last century in the monastery to hide
Now we are embarrassed and ashamed to pray
Laugh at yourself and laugh your Hellfire
And your life is in the fire, in gilt frame
A picture hanging in a dark Museum
And you stand and stare at her

Gradually all sorts of fiction ceased to scare me
Here in the sky the moon baked yellow egg
That's a drop of rain just beads on the neck of the drowned
And here is my bouquet for the day of Christ
Into two thorny crown
On the streets wet after the recent shower
In the house of fervent angels for me on the farm is busy
With the dawn disappear and the sadness and the moon
Disappear for the whole day
And all day I on the streets was and soul was a song full
And some lady looked after me from the window
I went down the street and soul was a song full

Under the bridge Mirabeau quietly rolls of Hay
And takes love
Only one thing consistently
After the grief the fun is certainly
The hour of the night
I stand days walk away
And in the palm of the hand we take a pause over the waves
And under the bridge of our hands
Will go before us
Indifferent waves twinkling lights

Again hours and weeks of repeated change
Will not return the love
Only one thing consistently
Under the bridge Mirabeau quietly rolls of Hay

Poisonous but beautiful meadow sometimes fall
Poisoned the herd
In the peace
Blooming Crocus and blue violet
In the meadow And your eyes are the same colours
In the same autumn with a touch deceptive
And poisoned my life with this dope

Notebook, long since forgotten,
Drafts, sketches, face
Like vintage wine
With him young can not be compared.
And how many spells and magic
In chords of music vintage,
Always gentle, always alive
In the fight against boredom and routine.

At the bottom of your deep eyes
My soul is at rest now
No one is saved
At the bottom of love, where silent
Memories and sadness.

Spy my love,
About memory, memory note
You take other or rather
Only an hour after retiring to investigate.
Just for an hour, but found the hole,
In order to take the fortress without preparation
And heart to give this time
To carry out its tricks.
We at random, through the fumes and smoke,
My infiltrator, with you
Let's go and heart persuade,
What can you win without a fight.

My love ill fall,
Wither thou, when the leaves of the trees, the wind will mow,
When the Blizzard
To us nametet snow.

I broke this branch of the Heather,
See fall dead again.
We may never meet,
The smell of time a branch of Heather,
Just remember that I'll wait.

And for the people, not Mer
Their life leaves in an autumn puddle,
But looks smoldering and as the door
It is tight, then wide open soul.

Where this sadness, the Sirens, and sadness,
When your gentle weeping floats in night distance?
I am full of echoes, I similar to the sea of darkness,
About the echo, my ship's called Destiny!

About the poor jellyfish, brown
Rastrepina hair,
You can hardly wait for the storms
And it's in my nature!

Dolphin sports - but the wave
Always bitter and salty.
Where is the joy? I meet with her?
All bitter life, all salty.