Author of quotes: Antonio Machado

You took away, Lord, from me the one I loved most strongly.
Listen to my heart raging again in the fire.
Thy will has been done, Lord, against my will,
in the world alone remained my heart and the sea.

Love that wants to be born,
maybe it won't be long.
But can return
all that is left, and when?
Yesterday we did not even dream of.
Yesterday is never!
The coin in your hand will evaporate
if it is not stored.
Coin soul will evaporate
if it is not present.

Fear of love is calm and peaceful,
love without risk, blindness, burn injury,
in which expect reliable security
what is wiser love crazy!

The almond trees are blossoming, as has happened,
tends heavy branch.
Youth time love didn't
not worth it sorry.
Not to choose the other way,
and life went downhill...
And yet, if again
not being a youth dream!

Remember again machiavellistic the Council, which was forgotten himself Machiavelli: "Try to deprive your enemy of self-righteousness. Otherwise he will turn right against you, because man is the animal that uses the right solely as a reason to fight. God forbid to face with the beast, confident in their own right".

Don Giovanni - the man created for women, that man who women love and challenge each other, and to whom all other men will look with envious scorn, if not contemptuous envy. Probably don Juan endowed with the physical beauty that women are considered the epitome of manhood. I want to say that don Juan in women's consciousness - always the perfect man. Don Giovanni can be beautiful or ugly, strong or weak, slim or bent, but he knows that in the eyes of the women he's beautiful. Without such consciousness, the Conjoint is impossible.

My old man's advice is:
Don't listen to the advice of old men.

My heart a pain stuck.
Once I tore it
and feel heart did not.
Who's to say where my heart is?
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Pain my dear
how happy I would be again,
swallowing bitter tears,
forgotten pain to feel!

Four things in the world
for the sea good little:
anchor, rudder and oars,
and fear to push us into the rocks.

I dreamed yesterday if the God I met
and for a long time with me spoke he,
and on my question he answered...
And then I dreamed that everything is a dream.

The sun - the violent fire,
and the moon is tender and brown.
On the old cypress
dove nest was built.
Mirt over white dear
a layer of dust covered.
Evening and the garden. How quiet it is!
And just hear the water rushing.

Say that everything remains
and maybe you're right now.
However, we all lose
and lose all of us.

Why call expensive
the trail, laid in the dark?
Each path passes,
like Jesus on the water.

Love that wants to be born,
maybe it won't be long.
But can return
all that is left, and when?
Yesterday we did not even dream of.
Yesterday is never!