Запись от Про искусство размещена 14.07.2010 в 11:08
know everything: love is not a joke, Love - spring knock hearts, And live like you, one reason, absurd, foolish at last!
Otherwise, for his dreams? Why footpaths under the moon? Why lotochnitsy spring Lovers sell flowers?!
When there were no love, now and in the gardens do not need to wander. Perhaps even nightingales would withdraw from grief to the stage.
Why walk, silence. It is not a fire burning in his eyes? A useless moon rusty b in heaven stock. < br /> Imagine: no one could fall in love with. And people are harder to sleep, denser eat, rarely shave, Poems abandoned reading ...
But there , that's why the moon is and sonorous guitars bust, No wonder comes to us in spring And the gardens of couples.
disparage his! Love and believe. What could be simpler? No wonder nightingales themselves hoarse singing the groves!
