Finally, the contact spring. Finally, it became warm.
I'm standing there on the shore, watching the sea, listening as the seagulls cry.
In cities, people somewhere, for some reason, run.
Sorry for them, they have forgotten that happiness - it is right now.
You know, I remember everything. You know, it's not just words.
In this case, "I remember" - feel it and experience it all over again.
But at the same time realize that all happened, I read that chapter,
where two characters standing on the contrary - to each other is not important said.
The sun, for the first time in the world by gently warming begins.
A free bird heaven bless and mesmerizing.
We are certainly going to die, but now I do not believe in death.
I love you just for the fact that you are there somewhere.
the most important thing for me.
Do not forget the loss of people, let them go, he went.
I was alone and had an ice floe in the chest, so far, probably did not melt.
But without accepting his defeat, we were not destined to win.
I wonder whether I'm with you, whether you're with me - what would we have become.
Hands. They are cold. I remember the night and day, and alcohol.
Then you're my reason to - be alone and often sad.
Building. Stairs. Trains. You will be a lot.
But now you know: I let go of it all.
Let fly this verse. Let waving paper wings.
Flies to you in a box, you read it with a smile.
I'm just glad you were there somewhere that we were all here.
But it is a pity that you have given me - just one life.
Let's be happy. It does not matter that somewhere apart.
I remember my neuroses. Autumn. Night avenues and nicotine.
This fear of loneliness and pink sunset over the five-story building.
I whispered in his request, please do not leave.
Let's be happy, even if somewhere there.
Without cause, without lies uttered in speech.
On dotlevshih coal me to grow beautiful flowers.
You do know now, anything but forgive me - nothing.
Vechnoct, let's be happy. Memory - this neuronal connection.
Memory - is laughing somewhere inside shed rainfall.
Waves caress gently sloping beach, the birds in the sky draw ligature.
And I'm back in the arms of the house, having been too long out.
In this strange prison for the senses and for the present,
which looked at his reflection, waiting for the gray hair on the temples.
Feel the same that I, please feel often.
So always remain close. So learn to let go.
Finally, it became warm. Finally, the contact spring.
I want to melt into the light and always be a part of it.
Somewhere we will meet again, and I know.
And instead of "hello", I say to you, let's be happy.
