Author of quotes: Francisco de Quevedo

I'll fly away for free!"

for the leftovers left by her husband.

The shadow of the cemetery fence is getting closer,
Departure of the last earthly day.
To live, dying, - bitterly there is no destiny:
A new day is rushing my dream,
But every day my body is getting old...
And every moment - a gravestone
Over someone who has already reached the limit -
He tells me that life is perishable and vain.

Eyes! Don't give love a secret!
Keep it silent lips.
Love the more perfect beauty,
Better than the sorrowful heart of meta.
Since tears will flood, not fearing the ban,
Suffering from heart dumbness
They will burn out. And suffering right
Will not allow the eyes to break their vow.
Love the secret of their hearts,
Don't give someone a chance,
The sight torments him kneel down.
Unattainable love celebration -
So let the stored heart of the mystery
Silence of mouth and dryness of the eyelashes.

Ladies he particularly roads,
Here to it there
This yellow smoothie
Not want to know excuses
On the minds of the Wraith leads
And the heart takes full.
Endowed with wondrous might
Don Doubloon.
Nunca vi Damas ingratas
A su afición y gusto,
Que a las caras de un doblón
Hacen sus caras baratas.
Y pues las hace bravatas
Desde una bolsa de cuero,
Poderoso Caballero
Es don Dinero.

Unmarried, he had lived I bad,
And married - became worse...

To the salamanders fire - shelter always
For birds of the air and fish to water.
Land alone gives man,
The creation is topped with from century.
Only I born to brutal torment,
Are all elements of his illness:
Eyes are always full of water salty,
Send the mouth is continually in the air moaning,
Feet land meyrueis day after day,
Embraced heart and soul fire.

Cold flame, hot ice,
Pain, tearing, gives delight,
The bitter reality and the joy of dreaming
Carelessness that-full of worries.
The betrayal of that loyalty has a reputation,
Among the street crowd the privacy
Fatigue in a brief moment of rest,
And rights, and powerlessness of the stronghold.
Myself and will, and a dungeon
Decided to do in the forces only one death,
Illness that drugs do not heal
Love, barely born, friendly
With nothingness. In it heaven and hell is hidden
And the enemy itself throughout it.