I want to confess his love to his friend, the poet, let's call it just "N". For me, the highest form of recognition are the poems. They go straight to the soul and filled with the blood of loved ones poetic oxygen. When one is in love, he goes and looks, and thinks differently...He's even breathing, because the air without a loved one is not enough. Love is a disease. But somehow none, ill by it, to recover does not want. Let every poet a man takes my poems and recognition to your account. From the love in the world is getting brighter. The more we admit it to each other, the brighter the world will be. Dear men...Love and be loved. Man Olga dawn When soul with soul so fused That stripped them - and they will die When the existence of the earth In separation from each other is difficult work... Musa Jalil ---------------------------------------------- In my sunset not let you see men, My wine is already ispita relish. But you said we were like two plates... What a miracle you and I are healed? Why should I look at the sun spots? Find yourself - much more difficult. Go around the cage I'm there and back, Where there are no birds, no noise, no lights. Salty lump of pain and loss. In a cold sky - voices. And I still continue to believe That this world is for take-off strip. Can't come with me strongly and fiercely, evil answer - I could not. When I hurt, I feel very cold... So not enough light and heat. For new feelings – I am not looking for reasons, But only the eyes open in the morning, As I recall from two plates. Live always ... lest I die... * * * ... What are you Olga dawn you're so...good still... I'll never be like that... you're the Only one playing will be able to deal With my sadness. I know you don't feel better When hope is torn in pain. The sky is falling on the shoulders, Then the sun hides in the well. Then your balloon is punctured. It is everywhere - all the time - the ice. But you go to somebody's cold, And warm...just for no reason. Live with your soul wide open, your heart - light and star. Only he would give his shirt, Who knows how horrible it is to be frozen. * * * Live... Olga dawn With you I learned to live - maybe. Verse forward, not taking the feet to Overcome... we've been through. But you, suffering, could be closed. Drinking at random, touched at random... then again suddenly to leave smootches. But my magnet was pulling you back. Again, the curve brings us. I don't touch went, and to cheer. Closing his eyes, without raising noise. And you rays hugged in the morning, And built our happiness at random. Yes, I'm blind...But you're a visionary? Not vidyaya. Drink and sing! Live! I want to make your motive of this living energy of love... *** Blind... Olga Zoria Love wordless, drawn blindly. In unfeigned happiness are cooked together. The same reckless thirst for kisses. Pristine clear warm body of water. You're my freedom, captivity broad. Anywhere from happiness, apparently, will not go away. All abiding in fleeting encounters, the feelings that never sets – the constant shaking. Feel the skin – we are together today. My dawn is an innocent, white, like chalk. I have two hands pressed against the cross that you once wore on me. I wish you all light, goodness, love, understanding and health! With love ... YOUR Dolphin - @zaria - Olga Zoria