Author of quotes: Absalom Underwater. Page 1

On the couch, on a wide bed
a very place for guests to embrace
only I have no tender friend,
to her to relax at leisure.
No couches, no sofa, no sofa,
because like you it is strange,
no home I have no apartment -
only God and the inspired lyre.

My nature is too multi-faceted,
deals master a lot of it.
It would be right this kind
to live in roomier selected skin.

A teenager named Phil
dreamed of handmade crocodile;
and the crocodile
for the Fillet was sad
nice opicana Fillet.

One person from the capital
tired of familiar faces.
But in the province entirely
the same identity faces;
it's one thing to hang.

Winter. A chill fell upon the sea ice.
Cold-blooded fish are cold somewhere at the bottom,
but do not envy people in fur coats and hats.

Life goes like the sun behind a high mountain.
And how her shadow is boring her!

Winter is the best time to make sense of the world.
Bare twigs and branches of trees are anatomy.
And, looking at your own face
in the mirror, conscious of the triumph of the ether.

Happiness tend to come to humans,
smile at him eyes
easy to walk in space,
disappear to who knows where
and then always return.

If a person eyes glow in the dark
it's probably just the cat
or completely in love.

Not a believer in God and destiny
God leaves all the possibilities
believe in independence.
And blowing everyone in his tune,
and think about personal care
and builds a hut on the edge.

Who the ***is actually innocent, a true hero!

The surrounding me environment
I like sometimes
when he says Yes to me,
and hugs gently.
And in the mirror my portrait
always tells me "no"
changes the number of years
and looks very mockingly.

I life say that I'm tired,
all the main completed, the rest live
and respect for old age, resigned to asking.
I don't tend to climb on the podium
captivating enchantment only say,
and teeth though will shrink, but is unlikely to bite.

Happiness does not go away, and turns sideways,
to better reveal the profile
him, trying as best;
a man walks around the room, looking out of the Windows,
warm the chilled Turkish coffee
as would be for anybody, but just in case.