Author of quotes: Yasha Kazanova

I need a voice. Quiet and accurate -
Sang you lullabies at night.
Nervous fingers palms anxiety
The shoulders to compress and caress gently.

I need a wooden bow and arrows.
I could have protected you, as best I could.
Pair of sandals with thin soles
Grated jeans and belt from leather.

Fear, even in the prenatal state, managed to conquer the future. Fear of change, contagion, crazy, dark elevators, and a sudden debauchery. Fear of going crazy. Fear to drive you crazy. Fear to be like everyone else. Fear of being different. The fear of being. The fear to disappear. The fear of being and disappear...

In this city the streets are sticking to my feet
Pulling in all the madness of Dostoevsky.
Eyes stripped you naked,
Regardless of "if"...

Not treated this infection is not treated.
Neither in this life nor in the next.

You're mole, you're my Motherland.

've missed you wolf.
Everything seemed to be in the crowd: there you are!
And cars are considered similar
Distance sensed by the skin.

Creature
My compulsive fantasies
In winter, become angrier.
Cherish
Them. Not to jinx it...

That's just to break the habit would swear -
And you can have a baby.

I do not know others and do not remember the offense. I loved love. Again in the future. Not in vain.

What the hell did you leave tooth -
Yes, pain, but the brush is too.

I got tired of it and from a sense of guilt for fatigue.
I sit and breathe, still staring out the window,
followed as it was written before the others - aspen.
I have loved many men so powerful and so powerless.

And if you don't like it, got up, apologized, came out:
we're "on you" is...

What's love? You can't not sleep with me.
The other shoulder will not accept the correct form
Your head, but the pillow will crush
Leave the smell edenici, rosin...
what's love? We just merged in fins
And fight with themselves in an amazing dance.