snow [Theme] Page 28

Her kisses froze on my body, like snowflakes on the frozen window. Somehow, it got cold. Now I understand. Farewell kisses lose their warmth. They cooled the affection of parting...
Last night she looked at me as usual. The look of alienation. Alienation contrary to love. She knew that her time, but strongly delayed the hour of care. The struggle of the soul and mind. The mind won. Left. Now I understand. In look before separation there is sadness. In this silent protest. Protest against itself. Feelings are inferior to reason. Most of the time...

- Like snowflakes, said Franny. - No two are alike, and hence it seems that one or the other.

Makes me really happy only mathematics, snow, ice, numbers. For me, the system of calculation of such human life. First, you have simple numbers, integers and positive. As the clear of a small child. But the process of knowledge expands and the child discovers longing. Know the mathematical equivalent desires? Of a negative number. The formalization of the feeling that you lack something. Then the child discovers the gaps between stones, between people, between numbers. And so be a fraction. But this seems like madness because it does not stops, it never stops. And there are numbers that we can't even begin to understand. Mathematics is a vast, limitless landscape: are you going to the horizon that always recedes. As Greenland.

- Why the snow crunches?
- Probably, it withered, because it is not fresh.
- No, just snowflakes broken spines

Quietly the snow falls, the city sleeps beneath,
Electric light tiles black smoke.
Only footsteps, only someone moan,
Not come black the snow will not melt it.

Palm dropped the first black snow,
Soul gently burned, sinking into delirium.
The city was silent in fear, getting up on his knees,
He first learned what fear is.

- How do you know he's still alive?
- I do not know. I'm not sure. But I believe. You know, before he came, never snowing, and then he goes. If it was not, I don't think it would be snowing.

No, nothing has changed in this world
The snow is still falling silently.
Only the echo suddenly in my empty apartment,
On your words seem to have become too much.

Fine snow - a harbinger of more snow storms.

... And the snow was melting and peeling on the cat, which served as the material for the collar.

- I mean you, kids. After all, this world that we gave you was filled with such evil that you just do not even know the difference.
- We understand, dad.
- You still don't understand. What do you think of when I think about snow?
- I think about death.
- Well, you see. Before this happened, the snow meant joy. Peace and joy.
I can't imagine.
- What was required to prove.

Night. First snow. Opened the window, sitting with his lips catching snowflakes... In such moments, you know you love this life...

Snow bent bamboo,
Like the world around him
Overturned.

And again the snow is gone...
The world has changed
And good!
The old world was too dirty
Evil, stupid and monotonous,
Hypocritical and cynical
Too gray and duplicity,
And now the dirt is invisible:
The world was white, the world is bright,
The only figure he gave me,
It would be better friend to stay with me!
Lost I...
Stopped running...
Stopped
And again roll in the snow...