the ocean [Theme] Page 12

Jump into the vast ocean from the stern of a huge Soviet ship, a three-day swim in the water infested by sharks Pro-Soviet, in the direction of the unknown of the Philippines; who else could have done it if not Russian intellectual, an athlete and a yogi Slava Kurilov.

How easy sometimes to love the ships. In the difficult days when the sky is falling apart, when fate is tied in tight knots, salted troubles when your man from the prop turns into a strike, when no more strength to open your eyes and see all the same: the wall of the house outside the window, not waste, nedomytye the dishes, boring work, insincere friends, unpaid bills for life. When things, life, weather, migraines, fights turn into a single meaningless grey lettering... it is so easy these days to love the ships. And close my eyes, to see the snow-white sails taut in the gusts dense to vertigo the wind, and almost feel underfoot unreliable thin the deck, the only barrier between you and relentlessly beautiful ocean.

There was nothing left.
All drowned in the sea of stupidity, naivety and swamp of the ocean of disappointment.

I read your letter on the ocean, the ocean, reading with me. Do not interfere with this reader? For no human eyes will ever read any of your lines to me.

I like that only
drop by drop the oceans collecting,
me you're killing every wave.

You have double eye,
They had b for two persons
And shines the whole ocean
From multiplied by two eyes.

Noisy ocean. Eternal and the same <...>. Everywhere and always the ocean was free. It could pour poison, it could draw the border. <...>
And the ocean lived.
The ocean did not remember the offense.
Like the sky, he believed in freedom, like the sky - not tolerated no bounds...

Civilization ends at the ocean. Then the man just becomes part of the food chain, not necessarily appearing at the top.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of the entities acquires a solid form. The beaches on which "ever will", "once-was" and "will" never can stroll among the "now-est".

I like to cry at the ocean because only there do my tears seem small.
I love to cry at the ocean because only there my tears seem insignificant.

For ocean and drop the addition.

Before the indifferent moon,
Dressed in a rainbow fog,
In low tide hours the obedient wave,
Saying goodbye, cried the ocean.
But in the depths of the night numb
Sank without a trace crying shafts,
Drowning the hum of everyday words
In the soul of a free and enlightened.

The sunsets over the ocean - a sight absolutely mesmerizing. Today calm and the sunset looks like in the mirror decided to drown red orange.

Women are unfathomable as the ocean. As long as you don't drop lot, don't know what you have under the keel - depth or shallow.