Author of quotes: Igor Lazunin. Page 1

I have taken from thine eyes the fire
Not listening to fables of the heart,
That I'm flammable
That blaze, only touch.
And here took off like a herd,
The fire restless, wild,
Hooves crushing cloves:
In the sun and sleep is taboo.

The soul no longer cold, -
Fire, sitting in the spark.
The rush of love her to the bottom
Caves carnal scraped.
And the heart was pumping and shaking,
Taking off the pressure
And inspiration like rain,
It's without ads.

Star repels light
As if he's not even needed
As if he prevents her from outside
And gnaws the inside of the skeleton.
Always she dreams of death ice.
Her from the unbearable pain.
And I go happy and satisfied
After all, I Shine the pain of her!

Already tight twilight close,
But the light still lingers outside the Windows.
And I write that the snow melts on the boards,
Bad verbal rhymes contrary.

In the doorway her very loud mouth
Lived words offensive suit.
In skewed anger outline the damn thing
Left from the woman, knowing happiness.

I've lived the life quite calmly, softly,
I could pain to protect.
And later realized, I never should have turned,
Fearing what you can bring.
And in my life, not having mastered the science
To be beaten just because of nonsense,
I rush to your meow,
Promising all the delights of the trouble.

Licking hands dial
To Shine like a dog an empty bowl.
From all sides I anger thisnot.
As a knight shell armor.
Shiny piece of freezing water
The moon, according to the winter Charter...
I twisted joints
The fatigue of past troubles.

He drank vodka without inspiration,
Poetry without a snack wrote
Cool lobiki knees
Not the Elena kissed.

Conducting archival excavations,
Grandchildren with us sastrigal quotes...
Night will close us in trams brackets
As words that can not read.

The last beam I of light is not promising,
Already bleeding cool autumn.
Sunset through a sieve of sifted drizzle.
With thermometer we life going to start from scratch.

I'll have to get used to the winter,
As you get used to the new wound,
With a diligent, painful diligence,
That is not like me.

And again the sunset quite gone,
And there is nothing to add and to subtract.
And to be a poet as well
How to touch a woman's lips.

Sleepy decay time.
Glimpses of solar salt.
Her knees
Marking the rain sideways.
Mercury releases division.
In the air wind chills.
Again in the soul a sense
Sadness as the wounds through.

I was used to. Does not cause fear
The divergence of life orbits.
Quickly melts hearts sugar
In the liquid reproaches and insults.