Character: Cyrano de Bergerac. Page 1

In her smile the sun light.
The slightest gesture, glance bliss
The bliss of Paradise, the torments of hell
It promises my soul.

What the mind of love? They are incompatible!

What do you mean kiss? Fragile, light sign,
What reinforces us recognition, oaths, tears...
The connection of souls, the breath of gentle roses
From heart to heart path, a mysterious flower,
What fills us with his heart and soul aroma.
What do you mean kiss? Only one petal
In a living wreath of love, luxurious and rich;
Air moth, come down easy
On rosebud, opened with a smile;
Secret that is taken for the ear
Your lips are pretty fail.
What do you mean kiss? Nothing, one dream,
Accidentally flown to us from Paradise;
A moment of infinity, which, dying,
Give me your lips!

I ask you about one lovely lady:
Live, enjoy! Her beauty
Give us dreams, save us from anger;
Sparkling brighter than the stars of night,
Brighter blossom fragrance of the rose,
Get inspiration from the artists
Teach us the verses, but do not judge them!

Whom can like a freak?
Of course, the most beautiful of women!

- I'm sorry... I'm a little passionate... But to be laughed at?
- But what?
- In my love.
- But by whom?
- You. I haven't words... I am what the words... All that breathe... throw it at random... somewhere in the darkness... the night...

What the mind of love? No more than a mask,
Draped over his heart.
And this mask is the heart of the alien.

But how can I do? Say, Les-Bray, I - as?
May be a smoothie that is smooth, rough,
Looking for a support one that is not looking?
And if it's a little different noble oak,
I like the ivy?
On the belly crawl and lowered his eyes,
Preferring the tricks of art?
With one hand to fondle the goat
Another grow cabbages?
Ministers to devote poems?
And easy rhymes play,
I waste his talent and mind for nothing?
Thank you. Thank you!
Smiles, stretching his mouth,
Drift of memorized one-liners
In the salons of the former whores, who gave a tribute to the years
And because this is not whores and ladies?
Thank you! Respectfully and Nemo
There bow, where the foot slips?
And of visit making a poem,
A poem in a hurry to do, like visit?
To give and mind, and honor, and youth...
All that is best in our best years,
To eat the rest? Thank you - no!
Thank you. Thank you!
Who is right? Who did not live to see the first gray hair
Or graying from the first humiliation?
Who is right, Les-Bray? Who better reduced
Ends meet victories defeats?
Let the dreamer I am! To me a hundred times dearer
All these mean good - my empty nonsense.
My voice alone, but even in the last hour
To serve it will be me and my conscience!

What would I say? When I am with you together
I will find dozens of words,
Where is the sense in third place,
First - you second - love.

What is the mind? He may be a skillful pretender,
But the love will be barely,
And he pales, as every feeling
Pale any words.
The mind is a glimpse! Sparkle in the light
The fire of love, the blinding to tears...
It pales in it like pale candles
In the glow of the evening stars.

Well, listen, you're a full moon;
Here's my idea - you'll like it:
Immediately I want performance.
Do not tempt my natural kindness.
Three times I clap my hands, - you understand?-
On the third time waiting for Eclipse.