Author of quotes: Stanislav Capital

As easy to breathe after the rain.
All breast patient - breath!
I asked my pain to wait,
not to surprise...
The world feels all nature,
when the air is fresh.
Puddles - invisible with child, relationship,
the wind is the whisper of hope.
The world is multifaceted, beautiful and clean
no matter how you lay...
What charming Nightingale whistle,
what the wild flowers.
Death is permanent,
it - forever.
Life's like a God's diamond.
Here, too,
don't let go
happiness
here and now!

Past forever by shrapnel
cuts memory
and destroys the dream.
I found yesterday on a shelf
flat
blooming day.
Behind the dim eternal "Kodak".
Signature pen "Dzerzhinsky bat."
This world of childhood and film -
the age-old barrier between us.
In every photo,
like this:
if the sun grows dim,
approaching dawn,
Smile eternal children
what killed over the years...

The memory choked not sleeping conscience,
cough pierced the silence...
Fell to the floor worn story,
for breath - to the window...
Melancholic motifs
multiplied guilt.
How to explain
we are indivisible,
at the same time - divided?!

Again glue myself together -
not science,
happened more than once.
I know,
"crucified on the lines",
sing blue of your eyes.
Dreams already not jar the soul,
and laugh to shake the walls.
I drank a sea of sadness,
and land
sweeping for your knees.

I learned
time heals just a hypochondriac.
Those who came up with that "can't live".
Them, as a result,
not surprisingly,
old feelings then do not disturb.
There are still those
who loved "chronically".
Who is monogamous
and rooting without embellishment.
Those "doctor-time" does not cure
in fact.
Their "cure" death,
along with feelings
at once!

No passionate Virgo,
no booze liter,
not that it's not warmed
like grandma's sweater...

The voice on the phone.
Heart skips a beat.
Feelings
it turns out that
live.
So loudly squeaked past the door
fell pride hour.