Author of quotes: Igor Lazunin. Page 4

The dream of the blackened mast
I have not climbed as a boy.

Not long ago we dive naked
With hearts in terrible jitters.
To wave not stick our heads
Like to the tongue tablets.
And at night, between days lean,
I dream of our old June:
There you under the willow decoration
With me changed my life.

Was tight to the shore preterm
Fishing motor boats.
Come up without fear to the fire
Mess kit.
And shadows the air is not swayed.
Nasal midges crowd.
The fire slowly whispered
Broken lip:
Scrap birch ridge
Feed me hearty,
After all, no harm no good,
As no smoke without fire.

Always fragrant and bright my flower garden,
While watching him I got
And read special books
And even in gardening magazines
I'm not looking for groundbreaking articles.
Above the ground not climb out of the skin.

Staircase sounds to rise to the words.
Every word is inviolable temple.
The point is only scheduled item
To reflect on your journey.

We are a couple animals have been driven
In the laboratory the rain.
Neither visor nor gate.
We clung jokingly.
We rain deceive inspirational,
Not putting the shoulders in cellophane
Because of the anatomy of lovers
Any non-loving - the layman.

Heat. River went limp.
Mosquitoes have a migraine.
Boring smells of mint
Your funny shadow.
We spend laughing is not a pity -
After all, God is for you and me
Left the darkness of gifts
In the blue tent.
We brought the curve
From the mess of the roads.
Us cornflower nods
Passerby is a breeze.
For we have the shore,
And we are destiny for you.
It's so stupid to believe
In false dreams.

Open in the cloud corridor
Stars smeared with lime.
The moon lit the yard
As if made of wax.
Floral scents of Atlas
Envelops laziness.
And it is naive caresses
Slightly shaking knees.

We tasted the fruit the unexpected meeting.
So we are each other crazy
That it is not necessary speechless
To explain and understand.
Blizzard under our feet the sky lays.
Throat street steps persat.
And my soul is mingled with the body
Some sort of ruff.

Wind chased the cloud
Fun and easy
The waves will break Boca
On the coast sandy.
The wind will just blow up the moon
The faces of the trees frowning.
I indifferently look
After leaving figure.

Go as time, without looking back.
The kind of pain you Dana,
What part of the house
And the sun - boiled.
Tell yourself: - up straight, stand up straight.
You're right. You're strong. You're a man...
Coming for you to continue to live.
And to hell with the pride.

With the silence, as a wife,
Slowly regularly live.
Take a look around, my God.
Am I all awake?
Choking dream
Rely on the assistance of wine.
Life as a woman
Not in love with me.

He wants music to be known
As if with another man's wife,
And in it, almost like eighteen,
Literally everything is stressful.
You will not find the hands of his stubborn
Which need only one
And right in the orchestra pit
As it is not given to everyone.
And in the hall the woman angrily
Mumbling that men are scum
His jealous of this...
And applauding violently.