Die gibt nicht auf.... Hello!!!You want I shall tell that at me now on soul to be created?
Is not present? And I all the same shall tell because to hold it in myself
there are no forces more...
You know, in the street it is raining: wet, coldly, dirtly...
And on soul of a birdy chirp and it would be desirable to laugh and sing
(that I on the sly and I do).
The ice wind is appropriated for clothes, penetrates up to the bones - and it is good.
On such wind you will not fall asleep, you will not overlook who and what for.
What nonsense all our life if in it there is no place to such simple and bright feeling
As love... Not love to something, to someone... Simply love, feeling,
Which impregnates you through, changes all world around, paints glasses
Of which all our life variety of paints will consist...
In fact all so is simple - it is necessary
Only to want... Simply to want to love this world, this life, these people...
All so is simple and so difficultly simultaneously - there is nothing easier,
but there is also nothing more difficultly and
It is more important. If it is - accept it as a reality and when it escapes,
Escapes a hidden shadow - already late. And all anew - anew to begin education
Own soul, anew to search in itself for sparkles...
The world is simple - people are difficult. As all is simple and difficult...
I have run under a rain - to freeze and to purr to myself under a nose
simple song love.
I shall come home and I shall sit to write verses, and then I shall read them aloud
to a night rain.
And tomorrow there will be the new day, first and last that have remained - and it is fine.
Perfectly because the love stands to a life, but also the life should cost love.
All. Whole also I escape in uncertainty, but only returning with burning eyes,
To begin to whirl you in a round dance of madness and again to be dissolved
in silence of eternal summer. I