the Blues [Theme] Page 1

Stupid does someone who can't control their actions and do not perceive stupidity as a threat.

Best escape from impending of the Blues - Hiking and cooking.

It is encouraging to see that finds
Sometimes the spleen and the fool
Sometimes wrinkles reduces
Traits and vulgar person.

The trees are still green,
But cold as winter.
And the souls of humble-humble
Covered with dry leaves.
The motion is not ripe
Wrapped in a hundred layers
And wait, when you become Mature
And Express can.
But the sun in the soul does not sleep
And knows the secret code:
For those who are willing to be brave
It's the opposite.

When the Blues, at the hour of dark blue
where, you know, Hamming moon curve,
will fly on the ice of the Neva river beauty
in a ringing electric tram.
Black banging of metal on metal.
Self-pity suddenly secret
burst into tears because so tired
even sanatorium to no avail.

The philosopher finds salvation from the spleen into an eloquent monologue, a nervous lady finds solace in tears, and flabby inhabitant of the Eastern States lecturing the female half of his family about the accounts from the milliner.

The spleen from the heat I can understand,
I even used to have:
The sun arose spot
Reflected in your soul.

Something to MOPE, to mourn the loss?
When used at least make it easier on!
I myself like the creaking of prison doors,
Nasty groans of my heart.

Often with you?
- What?
- Fatigue?
- The Blues.
- Often.
- When did it start?
- When I was your age.
- What is it?
It's like I'm under water.
Is that why you became a marine biologist?
Maybe.
- You always liked fish?
- Probably, Yes. In the ocean I dove in head first. Sorry for the pun.

The decline of the spirit acts much like a toothache, indigestion and runny nose together. You lose clarity of mind, can't find a place and erupt at the slightest provocation and without; you're being rude to strangers and aggressive rush to friends; you clumsy, maudlin, and quarrelsome; you have a lot of problems for yourself and everyone around you.

Depression is often called a black melancholy, and I wanted to Wake up one day and feel like a Daisy.
I think that depression yellow as urine. Depression is a boundless sea of excrement.

How not to be depressed?.. when the quiet flock
Unique constellations
Lingers over us - and we are flying away,
Remained in place...
Everything is the same, and everyone who now
Still alive, ryadit and judges -
And after a moment, it is not in sight,
Yes, because people do not lose anything.
Sick in this little seedy
For empty operetta
And inept game ideals
Life to pay for the tickets...

The Blues? Let him drink the stomach balm;
Walk, I think he is capable of.
But no - let them RUB the rope with soap
And sent to hell.

Languishing anxiety of my heart,
Nameless sorrow!
I could not help waiting for something,
I something vaguely sorry.
Not want and can not
I entertain my spleen:
I cherish his melancholy,
As his love for his sister.
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Children of mystery and humility
Guests of my heart
Be without charity
And not asking for anything.
The victim of the sweet disease
They are familiar for a long time,
They cherish each other
And grieve at the same time.
No one prigolubit
Nothing will heal...
See: the Blues, all loves,
And love is always depressed.