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I have always believed that travel is the best time for memories, especially the travel by water, because water is the image of the time. I never forgot that you are a son of a photographer, and that my memory is only showing film.

It is written: "judge Not, that ye be not judged". It is written: "judge Not, that ye be not judged," and what is the excuse for the lack of memory. In other words, if someone shot with a hunting rifle of a loved one, not to condemn the shooter is only one way to forget about the killer. To forget about the existence of guns, killers and loved ones. But don't pretend that you forgot, and forget truly, hold in your mind clinical amnesia. And that's when the mother of the wife of Alexander Serpukhov finally learned that the son-in-law hacked to death with a shovel of her own daughter in the garden, then the next day after the trial I forgot about its existence, thereby ceased to condemn the killer of his daughter and thus didn't judge it more strict parent by the court.

When I die,
bury me with my guitar
in the river sand.
When I die...
In the orange grove old
in any flower.
When I die,
I'm a weather vane on the roof
in the wind.
Hush...
when I die.

From Ryazan, Kazan,
From Siberia, from Moscow
Sleep fighters.
Its said
Already and forever right.

And the memory will not wash away and nothing of it do not hide, do not cut the same, in fact, part of the soul, and a surgeon right there.

It is human nature to quickly forget their best moments. After the moment of highest creative enjoyment, orgasm or enchanting sleep comes forgetfulness, amnesia, memory loss. Because in moments of beautiful dreams, or in moments of realization of the highest life-giving beginning - conception - all of our being ascends the ladder of life several notches above himself. Not able to stay long at this altitude, we are coming back to reality, try to forget these moments of highest enlightenment. In my life we are in Paradise, but remember always only the expulsion from Paradise...

Some circumstances of life stubbornly slipping from our memory. Some twists, some feelings, joy, sadness, strong shocks at the time I recall we were unclear and vague, as if worn, the flickering shape of a wheel spinning.

Empty gardens I'm afraid, lost in my heart, not knowing the paths that can lead. I didn't choose the bird that will fly there, and my memory gets older, farther in the past is languishing, and there is no power I have, in order to keep it...

... and memory is the executioner jealous.

For the first time - always the first time what was said. First love, first fight... like it or not - will be remembered for a lifetime.

Hide in the corner and complain about the ceiling that I forgot the notch for the soul - the self - was shallow, may have worn off already for three hours.

Memory to bury.

You will never be able to forget what you want to forget most.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes.
I remember your face and keep the image deep in his thoughts.