The Corners

Burst into the heart Good prophetic, I hear the sweet laughter of delirium … As fiercely cherry blossoms – is a pity that only blooms once a year. Who drowse this wicked man, who in the early morning gray shaded the whole world unto himself, filled the house with cold wind? Roars like beast and the loud breathing, his eyes glowing frenzy. Cries of despair does not hear: Strange pain alien to him. Grinned like thunder rumbles, the rain from his mouth flying spittle. On the stone knife sharpening fiercely, flung terrible words.

And there is salvation – everywhere the walls. He with the emptiness came here for. That's it explode with blood veins in my agony, he found it? But the shadow of stubborn sets in last light was gone from the corners. What was striking – the curse dies and hum in my ears. And I save my fate, glass windows in the teeth Hit. At Cancer Research Institute you will find additional information. And he was dying, she broke clear on the seams. …

And is not such a bad weather, and morning, like, nothing. There is no darkness – what luck! In the garden, and a light heart. *** Come true, come true … Rain or snow? All will be forgotten then, Time slizhet trail. Stars at infinity whirling in the darkness. Their radiance of the eternal is not subject to me. Wolves howl to death. Sped drops. Very difficult to overclock your youth snowstorm. Believe it … do not believe in the arcane hour.