Contact with nature, Work with the body. Flee from your madness. And try to get studied. Listen to voices… Of birds, or your buddies. Newer reflect of the days, That have passed. Live now and here. Give me five. As farewell to the party.
Arch of Triumph “We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.» […]
I listen to this song, I feel the rhythm. I fell the soul… I see them singing. I see the pain, I see the love. I see the poor, No money… But the song, Is not about money, It is about love… Embodied in their choir. I comprehend the style. I do adore their smiles. […]
What? Where? When? Do not play chess with your heart… I am Crusified by my Saviour. I am standing tall with my Maker. I am a rotten big tomato. I am Crusified with these words. Though, I won’t cry. Neither, I will do pretend. That His love is endless. Chosse your path with reason. There […]
We live in a world, That is full of black shadows, We speak many lies. We do make mistakes… We see the sunshine. It makes us feel better… But do not make tries, To save it for later. Express yourself, make love, Do no harm. Accept gifts of God. And never be sorry. Just don’t […]
Pushkin says that nanny is his best friend. I can say that my Granny is equally brilliant. Loving her wisdom, strength and enormous spirit. She is 85. Turned this April. My love, you are an angel. 2 ноября Зима. Что делать нам в деревне? Я встречаю Слугу, несущего мне утром чашку чаю, Вопросами: тепло ль? […]
We are made to be a light. We are here to see the future. Here we are to bring some now and on… We belong to God. We are made to be divine… We are here to stop the crying… We are here! We are here forever young. Soul is not abandoned. Soul is always […]
Сегодня я не говорю с богами, я лишь люблю себя и море… Я не знаю слова божья… Я знаю лишь мирской покой.. Я здесь, чтобы стаканы пились. Я здесь наедине с своей тоской. Она не стоит состраданий. Ей нужен кров и сон пустой. Покамест я стучуся лбами с самим собой. Никита Богачёв. Дату ставьте сами.