jazz [Theme]

- At any time of the night.

And cats spewing jazz!

November morning is the good old jazz, the voices of your favorite performers, returning to childhood and spreading pleasant warmth over the body, this is a sip of velvety black coffee, this is the air from the open window that makes you feel chills, but when you feel it with your whole body, you smile, because you know, the most magical time of the year is about to happen, these are candles scented with sandalwood and musk, these are hands that smell of mint because they took a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the teapot, this is a couple of paragraphs from a favorite book, this is a joyful excitement of anticipation fast holidays. This is something special and inherent only in the morning of November...

I love autumn, coffee and chrysanthemums. I love the autumn air, like thick honey and sticking to my fingertips. I love the rustle of fallen leaves under my feet, I love silence and autumn slowness, rain and dullness. I hear jazz notes in autumn. A little sleepy, viscous, enveloping. They smell like coffee with cinnamon and chocolate. Jazz is so well written and read, thought and slept. And it doesn’t matter to you at all what the weather is outside the window, the main thing is to always be warm in your heart ...

What is the main difference between classical music and jazz? In classical music, the composition is more important than the performance, and vice versa in jazz.

What is the difference between the brain of an alcohol-dependent person and the brain of an ordinary person? An ordinary person drank something, relaxed a little and jazz played in his head. Once - and he sobered up. The addict drank and the seven-day Brazilian carnival began. "Sasha, you're going to work tomorrow!" and you're like, "I'm at the carnival!"

But I still sing jazz when I'm sad.

In the afternoon I am in a wheel of fire, on Halley's Comet, in a chest at the bottom of the deepest sea. I write sheet after sheet, laugh and sigh. I am looking for the only right word for each meaning.
But if - about the perfect evening, it is live jazz, a game in a tricktrack, ice in glasses and long conversations with an equal until the candles burn out.

- Does this mean you play that very fast music... jazz?
Yes. Hottest!
- Some like it hot. But I prefer classical music.

If one day,
after ten winters
you'll meet me in the crowd
find me a gray, faceless, empty,
gone into someone else's shadow
grab me tight,
squeeze collar
shake me by the shoulder,
tell me I'm a coward, loser and a psycho
blame me hot.
Make me remember
night ocean,
sunrises, daisies, jazz.
Put your lips to cold lips,
make me remember us.

Say, who doesn't love jazz, don't know how to enjoy life.

Coffee with a slight taste of almonds.
Quiet Chet Baker plays jazz again.
And instead of a gentle sigh, "your"
Smooth "it's not about us."
Our usual conversations until the morning
Truly a new compressed format.
And instead of "maybe another time"..?
Solid "not one more step back."

Coffee with a slight taste of almonds.
Quiet Chet Baker plays jazz again.
And is short of breath, "your"
Smooth "it's not about us."

My shadow fell on the dark red brick wall. She looked me right in the soul, copying my every move. Like arranging I thing the final test. Passionate about music, I started dancing, looking at the face of his demons. The fetters fell. There is no fear. My shadow is dancing jazz.