Author of quotes: Alex Marin

I would have thought a good sweet fairy,
So that I could "areacity" idyll to the day-to-day, I can't bend the line.

Well, my dear, is life,
How's Noah says, tare each pair?!
We do not fit into stereotypical characters,the
One is happy, then we are not beasts!

I close my eyes, clench up dark spots,
count was just pointless, I'm about thirty.
And this mad world that was seemingly boundless,
Their stereotypes, stands in my way.

I don't like questions... they, too, do not like
I am very stingy defendant, I often silent.

Give me a little peace in this city,
Where people are insanely addicted and depressed.
In a city where left hope broken and unnecessary.
Just give me a little peace.

I don't believe in luck, fame, cool and blogs,
Salt and pepper scattered on the threshold,
I have for you, miles alarm,
And while I early in life to take stock.

Stop this foolishness, and it will survive!
Waste, to waste myself on anybody,
I have my dreams its cover,
And finally, go for a walk in the rain.

Coldness was worse than the plague...
Because we are walls, but the walls - we...

I'm on the inside, probably as coal.
Decayed heart wind is not smoldering.
Over the head set up a huge dome.
Which is so hard and he pushes me warm.

We stopped writing to each other about their innermost feelings.
It seems that if I say nothing, remain real.
We locked the door from his Universe,
Assuming that everyone important will be departing again.

Step's November on the heels of sadness,
not giving promises that cannot be kept,
And without reserves of heat are well drained.

The world has become too much unnecessary offense, Because politeness is so rare that it is taken for flirting.

But most of all the children was kinder than adults. Maybe something is changing with age? Probably the only way they can survive?

It is so important to you, someone, somewhere was waiting.