Author of quotes: Vitaly Dmitriev. Page 2

Only time is to blame
choosing the fate of his.
To throw out all that accumulated inside
today is not heroic.
If you are afraid - don't be.
If said - don't worry.

Life never passed, and passed,
the wing hurt...
But that's not the point.
I write a lot, and now a little bit.
And I suspect what's going on here -
I procrastinate past tired
In the future I'm afraid to look.

Divorce is a bit of a hangover:
better than you were yesterday
the stronger love potion
motorna will be in the morning.

Here asparas, it is common to blow on the water,
crop failures in love to blame the weather,
here all the four seasons
and worse than slavery, only freedom.

I do not sing and do not cry -
day some unlucky.
The sun rises, then hides
the riven cloud.
All is not as it should be,
and not as we would like.
But your empty complaint
even the Lord become boring.
Understand - even the Lord.
Well, the middle and even more so.
For cherry pepper-and-salt
summer looms soon.

Let not the newspaper. Well take
and choose any media,
the one hooked,
as for the needle, then you will understand:
the thought expressed is a lie
really.

Pity the homeless.
Sorry for cripples.
Sorry if there is no God.
It is a pity that the twenty-first century
all mix a little.
It is a pity that perish butchers,
again from the victims indistinguishable.
It is a pity that we suffer in silence.
Sorry that life is irreversible.

Poems, if they do not dissemble
in the name of absurd ideas -
attempt at least something to fix
the iniquity of his life.
Poetry is, in principle, a miracle.
This is not much of this.
And who dictates? Where?
-What do you care?
After all, if you're even a mediator
absorbing a small part,
somewhere there is the source,
you do not give the abyss.

In literary periodicals
find explicit Moore
and understand: stupid kind
but his fingers are drawn to Peru,
pen to paper...
There are moments
when avoiding the hustle and bustle,
suddenly feel the approaching
undeniable innocence.