Author of quotes: Marina Matisse. Page 2

To the longing of the suggestive darkness -
I'll leave to keep "us."

The best imagination book should have blank pages.

And he is able to come to an agreement with her.

He has not played cloak of Caliban.
Monographs was published.
It is the Foundation without the CEK and flaws,
The reflection of our mirrors.
We in the adult world Pogrebnoi
He is partly in another,
Where excellent benchmarks.
He was born around the Creator.
He doesn't know fascism, machismo.
About the war and the supremacy of races.
Neither one for some reason
It's become a part of us.
Why do you pray to God
Among arches cold churches?
The essence of all being, not in the halls,
And in the sight of thy soul.
Now the world communion
Where there are only mountains and the steppe.
You will know the simple happiness,
sharing with the hobo bread.
Pass this light to the child
The fragile world of children's dreams is retained.
The edges are thin to the extreme.
No boundaries of maternal love.

We are so similar sometimes:
And Jesus and Shiva on one
Pray in any mode and system.
In urban and rural remote.
Write poems about your pain,
What I pull heavy Luggage.
And it will divide millions,
Like cut one knife.
We are so different sometimes:
Is visible in the details.
we stare at the light with you:
here you got the light in their eyes.
I charged her glow
As from a thousand distant stars.
The heat of passion leads to evaporation.
Inspiration asks sheen of tears.
We are great, we are no exception.
Let this is one of the points of view.

Man to man - the story
Inspiration, provocation.
An axiom in the last instance
Insignificant and silly.
Man is a mirror.
The reflection in it is a sensation,
Either he had no idea,
Either he is all silence.
Man - revenue.
And the more, the more you want.
And the desire is insidious tickles
Even in the most worthy of them.
Man to man is an illusion.
Corporation, sect, caste.
Kaleidoskop of the stories
And nesbytochnyh dream empty.
Man to man - the tragedy.
And realities for the masses draftsman.
where alive is poured into a mold,
Then selling the precious metal.
Man to man - salvation.
The bright light that leads out of the tunnel.
And the font
he builds himself.

Man to man - the tragedy.
And realities for the masses draftsman.
where alive is poured into a mold,
Then selling the precious metal.

In this life you're just a bum
in the arms only carry,
That will allow you to do without fear
The last step in the end of the road.

We printed gameslove,
DeMasi cowardly in the shadows.
Like rhodium, wearing shackles,
Prisoners counting the days.
Impressed by the vane conformal
Fan of the wide leg.
When leaving, don't forget your muzzle
Dear citizen.
Conducting calibration of the brain
We made up tightly in the pen.
Therapy is just,
And the customer is satisfied.
Reflection a playful glare
Went out on the Windows of the houses...
We posses discs faceless.
We - tomb of the great minds.

So what, no answers, no obyasnila, no logic.
The lost years? It sound like to me time has stopped.
No one owes anyone anything, every man for himself.
What do they say? Like a broken doll? Don't go there. The forehead is hot, go to the doctor. Calm down!
Just accept it as it is. Hold on like a soldier. Where is your exposure?
The chest forward.
Well done, here's her medal.
Still find someone. You have so much potential.
There are no limits to the soul. Let. Heart rubber.
No, not burst.
Call me, but not going to answer.
The meaning of the word kindness, I think, to interpret is not worth it.
Will understand the course.
Well, I went...

Reflection a playful glare
Went out on the Windows of the houses...
We posses discs faceless.
We - tomb of the great minds.

Death is inevitable for the resurrection.
It's not by accident.

I have so many people seen on his journey, trying to teach me life. But few of those who I would like to learn this.

White wings in black ink
fighting desperately.
Whisper Claudine souls:
It's not by accident.
Inappropriate forms of detali -
And there was a puzzle.
The imperatives of our reality:
- You're free as a bird!
What are you hiding from fear,
Like a fugitive?
Doors closed the old shack -
Enter the Palace!
The most strange coincidence
nearing secretly.
Death is inevitable for the resurrection.
It's not by accident.