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Maybe for the love do not need anything but two loving people, but each of them must prove before others their value, to grow in his heart, and for this purpose to witness, to prove any wonderful facts from the extraneous world, in itself uninteresting to focused the feelings of love.

In the air burning sparks... And two, dancing the waltz of love...

Their run together was through the age of haste,
where all run, but only in cases
and with suspicion you know
young running is not the case,
condemning them for nudelolitas,
as if in the world there are things more important,
than to be me, got rid of the cases.
There is beauty in bezadresnosti running
and for two, running was the main
not where to run, and that is through.
Through all the tips as they need to escape,
for someone to go and where to stay.
Through the thick crowds. Through gunfire and explosions.
Through right, left. Through the courtesy of others.
Through fears, and others, and their.
Through the whispers, which is better still.
Through all the warnings that the speed
dangerous bone fractures.
Through predatory grabbing hands
from all sides: "Here! Here! Over here!"
But there is a higher feast two,
when im anywhere when it is everywhere.

Everything in the world is a stretch, all committed to the point of attraction. In heaven and on earth strives to go beyond your limits. Silence breaks outside the place where she was born, the mystery of the breaks outside the body that is looking for shelter; the urge outward and isolation, the ocean spreading all the wider, and the island, focusing on the most secluded; all of this was discovered the depths, accessible only to the two of us: no one else we that she could not share.

Again plain. Midnight. Enter two.
And everything merges into their wolf howling.

In the course of every love affair the alcohol appears in two polar points of the story: when the two open up to each other and need to talk about themselves and when they have nothing more to say to each other.

A good night to bask isgotovlenii on cast iron stoves before the soup, filling the whole house with the scent of rosemary and the smell of onions. Wonderful to drink wine - a bottle of red they bought on their honeymoon and were saving for a special occasion. You can sit on the floor near the stove, tucked under the back cushions, looking at the flames in waves of fever, until the house is crackling and moaning under the weight of a roof covered with a thick crust of ice. But these two decided to tell stories, those stories that only the mixture of cold and fire, wind and silent darkness could force them to tell.

Two world is so infinite that does not need any third component. But happiness is just to be there.

I got to thinking about what is true. Maybe we give it too much importance and to tell the truth is an act of Supreme selfishness, when we release the soul from sin by hurting innocent man? In a relationship two people should always tell the truth?

One person can't have everything. To fulfill all the dreams of one man, we need at least two.

Two better than one
because if you fall off, each other will raise,
but Woe if one falls, and to lift it there is no other,
and if two lie - they have heat, same as warm up?

In love are two. The whole world around is the scenery.

They were like children that survived smallpox, survived, but was forever left with pitted faces. These two became the victim of a particularly savage kind of love: passionate, sole, single; survived, but was forever labeled inexorably cruel love...

Don't let go of my warmth,
It will warm the two of us...