Author of quotes: Michael Levantovskii

Share your tenderness,
I don't
please be gentle to me
but as with a beloved, with his.
share affection with others.

The river - tears of earth and smiles - flowers
and infants - poets.
And, in my opinion, where you are,
the beating heart of the huge planet.

Who and what helped you today?
Could the person to smile,
Letting him with all my heart on the doorstep?
That day passed like a stone thrown into a river
Good thing you managed to do it?

That day passed, and it had you in it
Who said a good word for you?
Than after departing this day
You will meet the wait another?

The black cats have no such signs
So, if they the way people
Crosses, go to run,
Ahead. They don't believe it.
Ourselves in the world more trouble
Than humming, for hurrying.
And I believe this
And the most honest among other signs.

The black cats have no such signs
So, if they the way people
Crosses, go to run,
Ahead. They don't believe it.
Ourselves in the world more trouble
Than humming, for hurrying.
And I believe this
And the most honest among other signs.

Bent the arc of the evening
In anticipation of the night
When sorry for shaking shoulders,
When you want to drink very much.
This is the night
When I want to be needed.

There is music all around and inside
One of them sometimes stops,
And here everyone Haydn, himself creates,
When no one helps you,
You try to help somebody,
And maybe then - a happy occasion? -
Longing and silence would go away
Surprise someone found chords.

Went for the bread man and never returned.
Said "I Love you" to someone. And sailed away.

We have lost something, at once, instantly.
Don't hit in the chest, do not argue, do not look.
Don't talk to the booksellers.
Have to sell it. And all of them will buy.

Learned friend, invent a cure
invent the cure for deceit,
that heart was a hundred times cleaner,
than the white is the robe
Think of a panacea for the offense,
so long did not hurt, where it hurts.
Create a tincture from impermanence
and drops, bitter drops of rudeness.

when you said that the river - not the veins of the planet,
what snow falls day after tomorrow, and we grow up,
the last conductor with fragrant tea bag
he went barefoot outside and never came back,
star flew over the house, singing teacher,
I dropped your heart from the empty portfolio
a huge, bull, spider injury, mighty
as the Vikings and boomerangs and bongs in yaranga,
and my heart rolled away and flew
from where you told me that we grow up,
what river - not the veins of the planet, and the sea is sad,
and stuck on the heart paper, stamps,
blade of grass, speck of dust, dragonflies and small rocks
cigarette butts, matches, wrappers, plevochki and seeds,
road signs, benches, billboards, buses,
stalls, shops, trees, bushes and passers-by,
houses and museums, police and parks and soon,
neighborhoods and stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff,
and my heart sunk to the edge of the planet,
tremendous, so would the satellite photograph.
and sunk into space. as a bead down from the window sill.