Author of quotes: Vera Pavlova. Page 2

Don't know who I am if I do not know whose I am.

Listening to the heart.
Systole says Yes.
Diastole no.

Searched the soul.
Twirling heart in his hands.
Parted the ribs.
The soul found in the brain.
Sought God.
Twirling heart in his hands.
Parted the ribs.
God is found in the brain.
Was looking for you.
Spit and parted.
And found nothing.
Anywhere.
Nothing.

that was not
here is
that would end
here

Draw me in armor
on the naked body,
if instead of a robe
the armor I wore
I threw on the armor,
as a Bathrobe after a shower.
But they are too small.
And they are choking me.

Love. And because is free
to live by heart, to caress with the sheet.
The soul is light when full,
and heavy when empty.
My - easy. She is not scared
one the agony of the dance,
Zane I was born in your
shirt. It and rise again.

The man behind the number zero.
The male version of Lilith.
The memory of the first pain.
And zero ache
late. Much later,
many men later,
much later... Hey,
where are you? No relatives
you. And no you
the man behind the number zero,
Paul!

The idea is not ripe, if it
doesn't fit in four lines.
Love is not ripe if it
will not fit in an Ah.
The poems did not work, now if
I will look at rhyme and observe the size.
Life did not work if it is
not fit in one Yes.

And maybe the beating of our bodies
produces the sound that we are not heard,
but I hear there, in the clouds above,
but audible to those who have not heard
the usual sound... And maybe He wanted
check us out at the hearing: a? without cracking?
Maybe He has men about women
for this?

Let each other touch,
as long as we have hands,
palm, forearm, elbow,
let's love for flour,
give each other the torture,
to disfigure, to mutilate
to remember better
to break up easier.

The soul parted with the body.
My - with your body.
Yours with my body.
Soul smiled at the body:
- Well, everything. I flew.
- Well, everything. And I flew.
Soul leaned over the body:
- And me what business?
And I - what is it?
The soul pressed to the body:
- I'm sorry. I didn't want.
- I'm sorry. And I didn't want.

Know where my soul is
at the bottom, soft layer of skin
in fact, the reverse, that is, closer to the body
that distinguishes pain from affection,
that affection is looking for more pain..

Wait for the rewards to count beats,
to compress the pocket watch alarm
the key of Paradise so old,
what's scary: suddenly changed the lock?

I'm the one that wakes up on your left.