Author of quotes: Louis Aragon

But the fight for a moment to calm down should not lose the benefit of the hero.
Believe in victory and know that you need others and the confidence to read in their eyes.
Great things were accomplished before us, sometimes leaving us fear.
Because you know in advance where good and evil where it is very difficult sometimes.

Oh, of course you will say me that always has been and always will be forever,
But the answer, it was the same people who live their fingers in the gears framed below
A little out of kilter this order of things, to a man filled with anger.
Has not, I will answer you, the right to resignation of the employees.

The kids under the window, homonymie children, adolescents, I have a great pity.
I see all that you have to see the grief and blood and sorrow.
You from our mistakes lessons not learned, and we haven't managed to teach you in advance.
And for literally the same price as us, you'll have to pay.

And nobody knows how he got here, how he got here, maybe it's all he dreams about.
The cold bothers some, hunger pains and other anxiety marked the faces.
And sometimes emerge from the darkness of the monarchs of the faceless and the inhabitants of the castle in front of them fall down.

My destiny to write poems in reckless chords, crucifying yourself,
Incorruptible censorship with a knife cutting the string at random.
I excessiveness my pour in the measured dimensional happy
And on the living standards cut out my fiction weird clothes weird.

I want these lines to write to the hearts of the alarm in them was buzzing
Want to sing along enthusiastically and generously of himself ahead, tearing the breath and the voice.

Oh, it's holiday time and time transformations
May unsolved, Jun blood and dust.
I don't ever forget about roses and lilacs,
On those spring carried in their hands.
Self-deception days - they are nothing similar
I don't ever forget the crowd, sheaves of rays,
The whirring of machinery, and the air in the hot shiver,
And Belgium gifts, and the eyes do not know whose,
And the celebration of victories - though no battles
Karmin uncovered lips - though the blood taste and simple
And those who went to their deaths in boiling lilac
On the turret of a tank having risen in all growth.

My mind vainly stresses and condemns the dictatorship of sensuality.

Oh, woman! We heart you istrebile to shreds,
And remained in it some dry, dead flowers
Yes light dens in the gardens of the possessions of Cagliostro.
Some random moment remain in my heart forever:
The pungent aroma of Acacias, and the dark water of the Seine,
And barely audible rumble of the metro under the low arch of the bridge.

You raised me like a pebble on the beach,
A meaningless object, what no one will say.
Like seaweed in the surf,
What Islomov, the land was returned to the sea,
As for fog, that asks about the shelter
As the mess in the morning cabin
The leftovers after the feast at the hour of dawn,
Up a passenger without a ticket.
The stream, that field in vain took a bad master,
Like animals in the headlights hit his eyes,
As keepers of a gloomy night in the morning,
Like a never ending dream in the heavy darkness of the prisons
The confusion of birds, beating on the walls
Trace of a ring on her finger the day of betrayal
The car in the wasteland of forgotten night,
A love letter, torn to shreds,
The tan body is a trace of a vanished summer,
The look of some creature that got lost somewhere
Luggage that station dumped a bunch,
As the shutter flapping and screeching,
As the barrel that holds the zipper burns
Like a stone on the side of the road
As the roar of sirens from the sea, from afar,
As pain from the bright bruise,
As in the body many years the memory
About the blade's cold touch,
Like a horse that from puddles trying to get drunk
Pillow creased when the nightmare dream,
Rage against the sun, screaming insults
For what in the world is no change.
You're in the darkness of the night found me, as the word
Like a dog that bears the mark of another owner,
A vagrant he was glad the heat of the night scenes
From the past he came, full of anger.

Nothing in this life does not happen exactly as we imagine.

In the snow world faded, went limp.
Suddenly, froze the trees, buildings,
Colorless as the air, as
Colorless remembrance,
When it came - but it was torn
From the lines of the feelings of the big breath -
Letter, sad to tears,
Letter, sad to tears.
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Wife, my beam and my spring,
Why in the letter such bitterness,
Because I love why cry
So the ship sinking in the sea,
Calling and pain far call,
Which the winds in the open
Jammed rustle of rhymes and stanzas
Rustle all their sins.

Winter is like the separation
In winter, ice crystals sing
And cold wines gives rise to boredom,
And sounds flow slowly,
Overtake me, and splashing,
And, like clockwork, all beaten and beaten,
And the hands of time to gnash,
And the hands of time grind.

Open world with another Chapter
For woman for love
Born male, He will change
And the life and death of Love live
I praise pair the accession
The Union of two where the lower no
Where in half and passion and bread
Two immortal bloom